Nafas — a breath of the divine, drawn from the lips of legends and the depths of desire.

Inspired by Nefs by Nishane, Nafas is not merely a fragrance — it is a sacred ritual in scent, a whisper from another world. Named after the Arabic word for “breath,” Nafas captures the most intimate, unseen gesture — the inhale before a confession, the exhale after surrender. It is a perfume of grandeur and soul, of hidden fires and velvet nights, crafted for those who wear mystery like a crown.

The opening is a golden nectar: honey, rich and luminous, spills into threads of fiery saffron, their union both regal and forbidden. The nectar is sweetened with the sun-drenched flesh of fig, softened with the romantic melancholy of violet, and awakened by the sage-like clarity of aromatic herbs. It is the breath of a distant palace, carried on desert winds.

As the veil lifts, the heart unfolds into a glowing garden at dusk. Damask rose, opulent and weeping with dew, mingles with the shadowed cream of osmanthus and the spark of nutmeg. Jasmine and geranium bloom like secrets whispered in confidence — full-bodied, sultry, and eternal. Each note clings to the next, like lovers reluctant to part.

Then, the descent — sensual and slow, as the breath deepens. A nocturne of oud, dark as midnight silk, begins to rise. It is softened by vanilla, warmed with the bite of whiskey, and kissed by a trace of leather worn by time and memory. Amber, cinnamon, and the rare Gurjan balsam swirl in incense-like plumes. Cedar grounds the dream, ancient and immovable, as if carved from the forest of the gods.

Nafas is the scent of something eternal — a perfume that doesn’t speak loudly, but lingers like a prayer, like a promise. It does not follow the rules of time or gender. It is neither male nor female — it is breath itself, drawn in ecstasy and exhaled in awe.

To wear Nafas is to be unforgettable — not for how you look, but for how you make them feel. One breath is all it takes.