Some fragrances whisper. Others sign their name across your skin in golden ink. Autograph, inspired by Bond No. 9 Perfume, does exactly that — a bold, irresistible statement that captures the opulent glamour of New York and the mysterious sensuality of the Middle East. It’s your signature, bottled.

The scent opens with a decadent collision of rose and oud, two timeless notes that command attention yet balance each other like day and night. The rose — lush, confident, and dripping with charisma — flirts with the dark, resinous oud that smolders beneath it. Together they create a contrast so magnetic, you can almost hear the hum of the city and the heartbeat of a faraway desert at once.

As it settles, tonka bean emerges — warm, smooth, and sweet like caramel on sun-kissed skin. It’s the scent of velvet evenings and whispered promises, blending effortlessly into the creamy depth of musk, which lingers like the memory of a touch you can’t quite forget.

Autograph isn’t just a perfume; it’s a performance. Think of candlelight reflecting on gold rooftops, the velvet pulse of a jazz bar in SoHo, the hush of desert air at midnight. It’s rich without being heavy, sultry without trying too hard, and as addictive as the scent of power itself.

Inspired by the rare and legendary Bond No. 9 Perfume—a fragrance once sold only in four New York boutiques—Autograph carries that same rarefied energy. It’s what you wear when you want to be remembered, when a handshake turns into a story, when your presence lingers long after you’ve gone.

A golden signature for those who don’t follow trends — they define them.