ARKAN BLEND by Muhammadi Creation Arkan Blend is not simply a perfume oil—it is a quiet revelation. From the very first breath, it becomes clear that this is a composition woven from opposites: light and depth, air and skin, softness and shadow. It does not arrive with loud fanfare, but with the elegant grace of a secret being shared for the first time—something precious, something sacred. The journey begins with a veil of lily of the valley, fresh and sheer, like morning light diffused through the branches of a flowering orchard. Its delicacy is instantly disarming—an invitation to draw closer, to lean in and listen. Just beneath that gentle beginning, neroli rises—bright, bitter-sweet, and alive. The scent is clean and sun-kissed, radiant with citrus blossom but never sharp. It dances around the lily’s pale greenness like light flickering on water, awakening the senses with purity and promise.

MUSK ASHAYER by Muhammadi Creation This oil is a deep, shadowed dream made tangible, a blend carved from primal earth and sacred flame. From the very first breath, it enters not with a flourish but with gravity, like the opening of a heavy, ornate door in a place you’ve never been but somehow remember. This is a scent born from instinct, memory, and smoke—rich in contradiction and refined with the hand of a perfumer who understands that the most powerful creations speak in whispers. The opening stirs with the unmistakable signature of civet musk—raw, animalic, and compelling. But this is not aggression; this is life, unfiltered and close. It pulses through the oil like a heartbeat beneath velvet, sensual and shadowed, grounding everything that comes after in something almost primeval. Into this depth, patchouli enters, not as a green herb but as dark soil—rich, earthy, and soaked with ancient roots. It binds to the civet, like memory clings to skin, and together they create a foundation that feels alive.

JAWARAT BLEND by Muhammadi Creation It is a dark jewel made of liquid, a perfume oil that doesn’t wear like scent but like inheritance. From the first touch, it possesses a presence that is both regal and intimate, mysterious yet unmistakably composed. It opens not with a flourish, but with weight—an immediate hush, as if a velvet curtain has been drawn back to reveal something rare and centuries old. At its core lies Laos oud, rich and fluid, with that unmistakable Laotian smoothness—less animalic than Hindi, more restrained than Cambodian, yet pulsing with a quiet fire. It breathes warmth and refinement, never sharp, never boastful. Around it moves the graceful density of Musk Sultan, thick and silky, like embroidered velvet brushing across bare skin. It is not an impression of musk—it is musk as it once was, regal and deeply human, melting into the body like something born from within.

EAWAD AL ROSA by Muhammadi Creation Eawad Al Rosa is a fragrance born not from trend or convenience, but from reverence—for the forest, the beast, the bloom, and the silence between them. It is a rare blend that reads like a sacred script written in scent, each drop carrying the weight of lineage, mystery, and emotion. There is no polite introduction here—this is a perfume oil that steps forward with sovereign grace, as if drawn from a hidden chest sealed in time, untouched until now. The first breath delivers the unmistakable depth of aged artisanal Hindi oud—a scent not of wood, but of earth, smoke, and leathered soul. It is bold and textured, with the richness of something once wild, now tamed by years of slow oxidation and patient refinement. It speaks in a low voice, but each word carries centuries. Just beneath it, the aged Combodi oud rises—softer, more fluid, honeyed and resinous, weaving itself into the Hindi with a warmth that softens without diluting. The two ouds do not compete; they coexist like dusk and firelight, shadow and glow, one anchoring the other in fragrant duality.