She appears like a mirage at golden hour—light dancing across her silhouette, laughter trailing behind like a silk scarf in the wind. Xena is not a memory. She is the moment you never forget.

Inspired by Zenne by Nishane—a scent drawn from the mystique of feminine power in Ottoman shadow plays—Xena reimagines that energy through a modern lens: bold, radiant, and untamed. It’s a fragrance for those who move through the world with both softness and fire.

It begins with a sudden flash of black currant, as dark and juicy as forbidden fruit, mingling with the tart sparkle of rhubarb and grapefruit—like biting into something bright beneath twilight skies. The top is zesty and vibrant, a burst of color and life.

Then, the heart opens. Turkish rose, deep and velvety, blooms alongside creamy gardenia, their petals catching warm winds scented with sandalwood—smooth and grounding, like sun-heated stone. The floral notes don’t float—they pulse. They are alive.

As the scent settles, it trails into a warm, intoxicating glow: vanilla like golden skin kissed by sun, ambergris like waves rolling off a distant shore, and musk like the hush of silk slipping from shoulder to floor. It’s a dry-down that lingers—elegant, carnal, unforgettable.

Xena is both muse and warrior.

A celebration of contrasts.

A tribute to beauty that dares.

She doesn’t follow the script.

She becomes the story.