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DEHNAL OUD LAOS The Whispering Heart of the Forest. Some oud oils command like thunder. Dehnal Oud Laos does something rarer — it invites. It leans in softly, like a voice you almost missed but couldn’t forget. It is oud as poetry — sweetened by nature, smoothed by time, and distilled into something tender, glowing, and utterly alive. -
LAOS MALIKI Where the earth wears its crown. There are oud oils that float like mist. And then there is Laos Maliki — an oil that walks barefoot through the forest with the authority of a king. This is not a perfume oil that chases beauty. It wears it with the ease of something born royal — not gilded, but grounded. Drawn from the purest Laotian agarwood, Laos Maliki is earthy, leathery, and profoundly intense, as if the land itself had been distilled into scent. Not the surface — but the root. Not the blossom — but the bark. -
THAI OUD The Golden Breath of the Forest. There is a kind of oud that moves like shadow — slow, brooding, ancient. And then, there is Thai Oud — a fragrance that rises like sunlight through mist, honeyed and luminous, yet no less profound. Drawn from the purest Thai agarwood, this oil is a celebration of balance — where nature’s depth meets its tenderness. Thai Oud does not arrive with thunder. It smiles. It glows. It hums like warm gold in motion. Sweet, yes — but never simple. Smooth, but layered. This is oud that carries the elegance of fire without the burn. -
BURMESE OUD The Earth Between Two Worlds. Not all ouds are meant to dazzle. Some are meant to center you — to call you home to something older, quieter, more enduring. Burmese Oud is one such creation. Drawn from the untouched heartwood of ancient Burmese forests, this is oud in its most grounded form — pure, slightly earthy, and deeply reflective. It doesn’t rise sharply or burn loudly. It moves slowly, like mist crawling through jungle roots, like a memory you almost forgot… until now. -
KOMBODI OUD The Resin Heart of Dusk. There is a moment just before sunset — when the air softens, shadows stretch long, and the world feels briefly suspended between breath and silence. Kombodi Oud is the scent of that moment. Drawn from the purest agarwood of Cambodia, this oil is an ode to contrast — where earth and sweetness, warmth and wildness, stillness and movement meet in harmony. It does not overpower. It envelops. With a character that is slightly sweet, gently earthy, and quietly majestic, Kombodi Oud walks the line between grace and groundedness — never losing itself to either. -
DEHNAL OUD JAWAHER The Crown Within. There are oud oils that storm the senses — wild, untamed, untethered. Dehnal Oud Jawaher is not one of them. This is oud refined to its most perfect balance — the poised stillness between earth and light, depth and clarity, mystery and grace. Drawn from the purest aged agarwood, this oil does not lean too far into darkness nor sweetness. Instead, it sits in the center — regal, composed, and utterly serene. Its name — Jawaher, meaning jewels — is no coincidence. Like a rare gemstone, this oil does not dazzle with loudness, but with purity, symmetry, and inner light. -
DEHNAL OUD AMBER Where Resin Meets Light. Some scents are worn. Dehnal Oud Amber is inhabited — a perfume oil that feels less like an adornment and more like a memory returning through the skin. Crafted from the purest aged oud, gently fused with a natural amberi sweetness, this is a fragrance of balance and golden stillness. It does not roar with oud’s wildness, nor does it melt into syruped softness. Instead, it glows — steady, warm, and quietly majestic. -
COMBODI TRAT MUATTAQ The Golden Pulse of Time. There are scents that sing in the air — light, fleeting, decorative. And then there is Combodia Trat Muattaq, which does not rise, but settles — like sunlight on ancient wood, like the hush that follows something sacred. This is oud aged into wisdom — Muattaq, meaning vintage or aged — drawn from the deep heart of Cambodia’s Trat region, where the trees yield oud that speaks not in harshness, but in harmony. Sweet yet dignified, balanced yet resonant, this oil is a portrait of stillness infused with light. -
COMBODI QADEEM KHAS The Scent of Time Honored. There are oils that whisper. There are oils that sing. Then there is Combodi Qadeem Khas — which doesn’t speak at all, yet somehow says everything. This is oud aged into silence — “Qadeem,” meaning ancient, and “Khas,” meaning special, reserved. And indeed, this is not the kind of oil that was made — it was remembered. Drawn from the heartwood of Cambodia’s oldest groves, it is oud that has weathered the years, softened by time, and steeped in sweetness as gentle as it is noble. -
DEHNAL OUD COMBODI QADEEM Combodi Qadeem is the kind of scent that feels less like a fragrance and more like a journey through time—measured not in years, but in layers of breath, silence, and ancient wood. Aged with grace and drawn from the heartwood of Cambodia’s finest agarwood trees, this oud wears its history with quiet elegance. “Qadeem,” meaning ancient, is not just a name—it is a character, a presence, a soul. The first impression is gentle and golden, opening with a soft, natural sweetness that feels like sun-warmed resin or dried fruit resting on aged wood. There is nothing synthetic, nothing exaggerated—just a serene, honeyed warmth that eases into the senses like the first light filtering through temple doors at dawn. -
DEHNAL OUD PRACHIN FAKHEAR The Ancient Crown of the Earth. Not all fragrance is worn. Some are inherited. Dehnal Oud Prachin Fakher is one such heirloom — an offering from the old world, rich in pride, balanced in soul, and quietly eternal. This is pure, aged Hindi oud — not in its wild youth, but in its noble maturity. “Prachin” means ancient, and “Fakher” means pride — and indeed, this oil carries itself like a forgotten king: sweetened by time, weathered by silence, and softened into grace. -
DEHNAL OUD AMBER SUPER The Glow Beneath the Silence. Not all oud arrives with thunder. Some arrive like sunlight across stone, slow, golden, and warm from within. Dehnal Oud Amber Super is such a creation — a fragrance that doesn’t rise, but awakens. Composed from the purest aged oud, touched delicately by a soft amber sweetness, this oil is not a fire — it is an afterglow. A perfect equilibrium where earth and light, shadow and resin, meet in quiet radiance. From the first breath, you’re drawn into a world where nothing is hurried. The oud unfolds with deep composure — smooth, woody, and noble, never sharp or dry. There’s a groundedness to it, as if the scent were etched into the grain of aged sandalwood or whispered through the folds of incense-warmed air. -
JASMINE GRANDIFLORUM The Soul of the White Flame. There are florals that bloom politely — and then there is Jasmine Grandiflorum, which does not simply bloom… it awakens. This is not a flower that waits to be noticed. It opens at dusk, barefoot and bold, filling the night air with something deeper than perfume — something that feels like music for the skin. In its purest oil form, Jasmine Grandiflorum is not a note — it is a revelation. The moment it touches skin, it releases a fragrance that is creamy, narcotic, luminous, and rich with quiet sensuality. The scent opens with a radiant white floral burst, soft and almost green at its edges — like the breath of the first flower under moonlight. But within seconds, it deepens into something warmer, fleshier, more intimate. -
MALAYSIAN OUD The Breath of the Ancients. Some oils are fragrances. But Malaysian Oud is a ritual — a distillation of silence, time, and sacred wood that has witnessed more seasons than any man alive. Drawn from the heartwood of a 80 Year-old agarwood tree, and distilled in 2012, this artisanal oud carries not just scent, but story. A story preserved drop by drop, like memory pressed between the pages of a forgotten scripture. At first contact, it arrives like a golden whisper — sweet, soft, almost luminous. There is nothing aggressive in its opening. Instead, it feels like a warm hand resting on your chest. The sweetness is subtle, like aged fruit dried beneath the canopy of a rainforest, or like dark resin warmed gently by time. It caresses — not to seduce, but to soothe. Then, slowly — almost imperceptibly — the transformation begins. -
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. -
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.
