Oud Granadilla

There are fruits so rare they only ripen once a year. So intoxicating that ancient cultures built temples around their cultivation. Oud Granadilla—our most audacious creation—captures that impossible moment when sun-warmed granadilla (passionfruit) native to Brazil splits open over smoldering agarwood, juice meeting sacred smoke in a collision that rewrites what tropical luxury means.
Saffron threads dissolve into Turkish rose petals, each breath pulling you deeper into an orchard that exists somewhere between paradise and ritual ground. This isn’t sweetness for the sake of being pleasant. This is the scent of forbidden knowledge dripping from exotic vines, of pleasure so intense it borders on spiritual experience. The air around you doesn’t just change. It becomes charged.

As the granadilla’s (passionfruit) initial shock fades, Oud Granadilla reveals its true architecture. Indonesian patchouli rises from volcanic soil, dark and uncompromising, while benzoin resin from Laos adds amber-golden warmth that feels older than memory. The oud here doesn’t scream—it whispers secrets in a language your body understands before your mind catches up.
Leather unfurls across your skin like something alive, something that recognizes power when it senses it. This is where casual wearers abandon ship and those who understand true luxury lean closer, inhaling deeply, trying to decode what makes this so different from everything else they’ve encountered.

Hours later—long after lesser fragrances have surrendered to air and time—Oud Granadilla evolves into its final revelation. Vanilla and labdanum create a base so rich it feels like molten amber, while akigalawood adds a peppery-woody intensity that refuses to fade quietly into the background.
This isn’t a fragrance that politely excuses itself. This is presence that lingers in rooms after you’ve left, that haunts fabric for days, that makes strangers stop mid-conversation to ask what you’re wearing because they’ve never smelled anything like it.