Impending is the moment before enchantment — that golden breath before something beautiful unfolds. Inspired by Impadia by BDK Parfums, this fragrance captures the hush of Parisian gardens at dawn, when the first rays of sunlight kiss petals still heavy with dew, and the city begins to stir with quiet majesty.

It opens in a luminous burst of Italian pear, bergamot, and mandarin — a trio as bright and crisp as early morning light. These notes shimmer like silk illuminated by sunrise, fresh and inviting, a soft promise of what’s to come.

The heart blossoms voluptuously:

Bulgarian rose, regal and velvety;

Turkish rose, deep and sensual;

African orange flower, radiant with white-petal glow.

Together, they form a floral crescendo — tender, feminine, and irresistibly elegant, as if walking through a Paris garden where roses spill their perfume into the warm air.

As the fragrance settles, the world slows.

Akigalawood brings a spicy, woody pulse — modern, enveloping, magnetic.

Vanilla absolute unfurls in dark, creamy ribbons, rich as velvet.

Sandalwood smooths every edge with soft, milky warmth.

The result is an addictive, imperial trail — both creamy and luminous, delicate yet commanding. Impending feels like an ombré sky shifting from rose-pink to amber, from early morning promise to the flushed glow of dusk.

It is the scent of anticipation — of beauty approaching, of elegance becoming.

A fragrance for those who do not chase moments…

but stand still and let the world come to them.

Inspired by Gris Charnel by BDK Parfums, Charneux is a fragrance of intimacy and mystery — not loud, but unforgettable. It doesn’t ask for attention. It earns it, slowly, surely, and seductively.

The moment it touches your skin, it begins to speak in shadows. Cardamom arrives first — cool yet spiced, like the first few words of a conversation that’s already too late to walk away from. It tingles, pulling you closer without ever revealing its full story. Then comes fig, ripe and tender, its fruity sweetness cloaked in restraint — like a silk slip hidden beneath a tailored coat. The scent drapes itself around you, and already, you’re not wearing it. It’s wearing you.

The air thickens with the delicate smoke of black tea, bitter and dry like an unfinished thought. It’s a scent that curls around the senses like a question left hanging — intriguing, unsettling, impossible to ignore.

Then comes the hush — a quiet elegance that breathes through the middle. Iris, cold and powdery, enters like moonlight through sheer curtains. It brushes the skin, soft as a secret, unfolding with the earthy, dry sensuality of bourbon vetiver. This is where Charneux becomes something more: a shared gaze, a hand grazing the small of your back, a breath held for just a beat too long.

As it settles, Charneux becomes warmth incarnate. The base is all texture and temptation — sandalwood, creamy and grounding, melts into the skin like slow jazz at midnight. Then the sweet, toasted allure of tonka bean, wrapping everything in a golden haze of desire. It’s not gourmand, not exactly. But it’s edible in the way bare skin after a kiss is.

Charneux is the scent of a lover’s departure just before dawn, of silk sheets tangled with memory. It’s Paris in the rain, a book with underlined pages, a glance across a crowded room that lingers long after the lights come up.

Some fragrances scream. Some sing. Charneux seduces — quietly, completely, irrevocably.