The lights dim. Velvet drapes part. And in that suspended breath—where time slows and the heart begins to race—Overa steps into the spotlight.

A fragrance born of silk gowns and high stakes, of last-minute calls and first standing ovations, Overa is inspired by Overture Woman by Amouage—an olfactory opera of rare notes and emotional grandeur. This is scent as story, as performance, as power.

It opens with the warmth of aged brandy and baked apple, rich and golden like a voice echoing through a candlelit hall. Saffron threads itself through the air like a whisper of tension, lifted by a sparkling breath of bergamot—sharp, exhilarating, and alive.

In the heart, the story swells. May rose blooms with regal intensity, deepened by the sacred smoke of myrrh and the caramel amber of benzoin. Cinnamon dances just beneath the surface—spicy and seductive—while geranium lends a green clarity, like fresh air between curtain calls.

Then the stage shifts. As the final act unfolds, the scent lowers into a sensual haze: labdanum, sticky and resinous; leather, soft yet commanding; and olibanum, burning slow like incense in a cathedral. The dry-down is smoky, golden, and unforgettable—like applause echoing through an empty theatre.

Overa is not just a perfume. It’s the moment when the understudy becomes the star, when fear turns to fire, and silence gives way to song. It is opulent, fearless, and beautifully composed.

For those who wear their presence like a gown,

and their story like a signature.