It doesn’t whisper. It doesn’t wait.
Hibiscus enters like heat meeting skin—unexpected, vibrant, unforgettable. Inspired by Hibiscus Mahajád by Maison Crivelli, this fragrance defies every rule about what floral should be. It’s not delicate. It’s not shy. It’s bold, genderless, and impossible to pin down—designed for those who refuse to fit inside a single note.

From the very first breath, hibiscus takes center stage—luscious, tart, and full of life. It’s the scent of crushed petals and wild color, softened just slightly by the dark sweetness of cassis. A spark of peppermint slices through the richness like a cool breeze across fevered skin. It’s electric, fresh, and entirely unorthodox.

Then the fragrance deepens, slow and hypnotic. Damask rose unfurls—not as something romantic, but as something powerful. Cinnamon adds warmth, vanilla seduction. This is no floral heart; it’s a pulse. It beats like a drum under your skin, grounded in contrast, wrapped in contradiction.

And then, leather. Smooth, subtle, undeniable. Not the scent of a material—but of presence. Of edge. Of tension. Ambrette hums below the surface, musky and sensual, never too much, always just enough. It fuses with your skin. Becomes your shadow.

Hibiscus is made for those who walk the line between softness and strength, for anyone who wears mood like armor and emotion like cologne. It’s for men. For women. For those who live outside the binary. It doesn’t follow fashion—it creates atmosphere.

Wear it when you want to command attention without raising your voice.
Wear it when you want to leave a room, and still be remembered.

Hibiscus is not a scent.
It’s a presence.