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GALIAH ZUNNAH by Muhammadi Creation It is not a perfume oil—it is an unfolding tale written in scent, a labyrinth of sensuality and sacred earth that evolves with the intimacy of breath. This is a blend that resists classification. It is at once feral and floral, wild yet impossibly composed. To experience it is to enter a world where instinct and elegance meet—a place untouched by time, where each note tells a story, and every shift in the blend feels like turning a page in an ancient book written on skin. It opens with a tension, civet and castoreum form the primal core, but instead of screaming with animalic force, they rise like warm shadows—alive, magnetic, and perfectly tamed. Their presence is undeniable, but never crude. They hum beneath the surface, grounding the composition with a physical, bodily warmth that feels as much like memory as it does scent. Almost immediately, a burst of brightness cuts through—citrus and tangerine, not in their usual fresh cheer, but softened, almost candied, like sunlight trapped in resin. This burst brings clarity, an ethereal spark that flashes and then fades into something more profound.
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MAJARRAH by Muhammadi Creation Majarrah is an olfactory constellation—an intricately choreographed alignment of noble ingredients that seem to orbit one another in quiet precision. It is not a blend that seeks to impress through volume or extravagance, but one that commands attention through balance, elegance, and atmosphere. The very name Majarrah evokes movement along a divine path, and this perfume oil follows its course with grace—never rushed, never loud, always deliberate. From the outset, Moroccan rose rises with poise and authority. This is not a fleeting floral sparkle but a rose that has depth and complexity—honeyed and dry, tinged with the warmth of sun-soaked petals and the quiet dignity of age. It is beautifully offset by the brightness of neroli, which brings a light, citrus-kissed freshness that moves not above, but through the rose, lending it dimension and breathability. Together, they create a luminous opening—floral, but architectural.
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INFITAR by Muhammadi Creation Infitar is not a fragrance in the traditional sense—it is a breaking open, a soft detonation of memory and matter, soul and smoke. Its name, drawn from the idea of divine rupture, is not metaphor—it is its nature. This is a perfume oil that doesn’t simply unfold; it awakens in phases, each one richer and more visceral than the last. From the first breath, Infitar feels like stepping into a sacred threshold between the physical and the unseen—where the atmosphere is thick, the silence is deep, and something unspoken stirs just beneath the surface. It begins with the grounding presence of oakmoss absolute, ancient and mossy, like forest stone beneath centuries of shadow. It is damp, mineral, deeply textured, evoking the cool darkness of hidden groves where secrets ferment. But even as the earth clings close, benzoin from Sumatra rises with warm resinous sweetness—golden, soft-edged, and comforting, like the scent of ancient scrolls and polished altars warmed by candlelight. Then, olibanum absolute—pure frankincense—enters like smoke lifting from hot embers. It is dry, sacred, and distant, the scent of silence echoing through arched sanctuaries.
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CIVET HAFRIA by Muhammadi Creation Civet Hafria is not a fragrance that reveals itself easily—it is a ritual, an atmosphere, a slow-burning ceremony that unfolds in layers of shadow and light. It opens not with sweetness or brightness, but with an arresting sense of depth—dense, resinous, and reverent. One breath is enough to transport you to a forgotten sanctuary lit only by amber glow, where the walls are perfumed by centuries and the air carries the weight of unspoken history. The first movement is built on myrrh absolute and benzoin from Laos, forming a resinous backbone that is warm, sacred, and faintly sweet, like golden sap crystallized in silence. The scent is balsamic, not cloying—thick yet surprisingly clean, evoking ancient temples and sun-warmed altars. It doesn’t rise fast; it gathers slowly, almost ceremoniously, drawing you into its rhythm. Labdanum folds in next, adding a leathery ambered richness that gives body and burnished heat to the blend, making it feel worn-in, lived-in, revered.
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ORRIS IMKAAN By Muhammadi Creation There are perfumes that merely scent the skin — and then there is Orris Imkaan, a creation that scents the soul. Born from the sacred alchemy of "Muhammad Creation" , this is not a fragrance made by hands alone, but one whispered into being — a tapestry of devotion, mystery, and grace. The moment it touches the skin, a hush falls. You are no longer where you were. It begins in stillness — as the delicate Jasmine Auriculatum and Jasmine Grandiflorum unfurl like silk banners in slow motion. One is green and dew-kissed, almost wild in its clarity; the other is creamy, radiant, and full of moonlight. Together, they bloom not with noise, but with presence — like night flowers opening in silence under the stars.
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JASMINE AURICULATUM Jasmine Auriculatum perfume oil is a delicate yet powerful tribute to one of nature’s most enchanting blooms. It opens with an intoxicating floral intensity, as if stepping into a garden at night when the jasmine is in full, fragrant bloom. The scent is heady, sweet, and slightly indolic, enveloping the senses with its lush, creamy richness.
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THAILAND TRAT Thailand Trat is not a scent that announces itself with volume, but one that unveils its soul in layers—slow, warm, and impossibly graceful. Distilled in 2014 from the heartwood of an 80-year-old tree in the lush region of Trat, this oud oil captures the quiet elegance of the Thai forest in its most intimate form. From the very first breath, it feels golden—opening with a natural, fluid sweetness that glides across the senses like sunlight pouring through bamboo leaves at dawn. There is nothing artificial or sharp in its entrance; it is soft, gently resinous, and comfortingly rounded, as if the tree itself had exhaled after a lifetime of silence.
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ASSAM OUD Assam Oud is not simply an oil—it is a passage through time, a scented relic from the roots of India’s forested soul. Distilled in 2008 from the heartwood of an 80-year-old wild Hindi agarwood tree, this artisanal-grade oud carries the quiet weight of history. It opens with immediate authority, revealing a bold yet composed character built on deep leather, damp soil, and the unmistakable dryness of aged incense. The first impression is serious, grounded, and almost meditative—evoking the scent of worn saddles, old monastery floors, and the faint ash of a ceremonial burner long extinguished. It’s not harsh, but it is powerful, and it commands attention the way silence does in a sacred space.
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TREEMOSS Treemoss is not a fragrance that demands attention — it arrives gently, like quiet rain on ancient soil, soft and solemn. From the very first breath, it whispers of places untouched: a forest floor cloaked in green shadow, moss curled around stones, roots coiled beneath the earth like sleeping giants. The scent is not sharp or bright; it is deep, cool, and textured — the true breath of the woodland floor. The opening unveils a shaded green aroma, but not the kind of green that speaks of youth or dew. This is the green of time — of moss that has grown undisturbed, of trees that have stood for centuries. It carries the moist touch of earth after rain, the faint mineral scent of wet stone, and the ghost of leaf decay, balanced with the gentle woodiness of bark softened by years.