Isphahan is a reverent tribute to the splendor of the East—an opulent dream woven into scent. Inspired by Oud Ispahan by Dior, this fragrance unfurls like the golden silk of an imperial tapestry, each note a thread spun from memory, mystery, and magnificence.

From the first breath, Isphahan seduces with a cloud of Damask rose—not the delicate rose of gardens, but one infused with strength and sensuality, as if dipped in molten sunlight and shadow. Rich and romantic, it rises through curling tendrils of smoky agarwood, its ancient soul grounding the perfume in a profound, almost mystical weight.

As the heart unfolds, the rose deepens—blooming not in innocence, but in passion. It dances with warm, balsamic resins and earthy patchouli, softened by honeyed whispers of labdanum and lifted by the subtlest kiss of saffron. Like the architectural marvels of its namesake city, Isphahan is both grand and intimate, its structure a delicate balance of stone and air, of fire and silk.

Then, the base settles in—where creamy sandalwood and amber cast a golden glow over everything that came before. This is the lingering hush after a whispered story; the scent of old books in sunlit libraries, of ceremonial smoke curling through rosewater-splashed halls. There is oud here—regal, resinous, and enveloping—but never harsh. It’s the kind of oud that speaks in low, confident tones, weaving itself into the skin like a memory you cannot shake.

Isphahan is a fragrance for the enigmatic. For those who command a room not by raising their voice, but by quiet presence. It is the scent of veiled glances, handwritten letters, and sacred rituals passed down for centuries. It doesn’t speak loudly. It whispers—intimately, powerfully, unforgettably.

Wearing Isphahan is not merely an olfactory experience. It is a ceremony. A return to grandeur. A moment suspended in time.