Perfume Roll-On

Hand-sourced from the highest qualities in the world, these 10ml amber roll-ons hold botanicals revered across generations — rare botanicals housed in a 10ml amber vessel, meant to be worn as ritual.

Choose from the following scents:

Heena Attar

In Rajasthan, at the edge of the Thar Desert, a woman opened her palm to show me a cone of crushed green henna—still warm from the sun. Her smile was lined with wisdom. The scent? Humble, potent, unforgettable.
This is Heena Attar.

Made from the leaves of the Lawsonia inermis plant, it carries the old secrets of mehndi ceremonies, of bodies adorned in ritual and reverence. Spiced, vegetal, grounding—earthy with the breath of tradition.

It doesn’t ask for attention. It simply becomes part of your skin, like a whisper of soil and fire.

The kind of scent that draws someone closer, and makes them ask what are you wearing?—but only once they’ve already fallen under the spell.

Majmua Attar

You walk through the night market in Lucknow—jasmine in the air, rose petals underfoot, smoke from agarwood burners winding through alleyways. Four different vendors insist theirs is the original. They’re all wrong.

Because this one—this Majmua—is the real heirloom.

A devotional blend of vetiver, kewra, mitti (the scent of first rain on dry earth), and green wild herbs, Majmua is less a fragrance and more a prayer whispered just behind your ear. Softly complex, it smells like earth after monsoon, like freshly woven garlands, like the green heart of the forest floor at dusk.

A scent for those who speak in subtleties and believe in the power of quiet beauty.

Chandan-e-Khaas Attar

You could follow the scent trail through centuries: sandalwood smoke curling through temple doorways, monks in white cotton dhotis, chants echoing off stone walls carved by hand.

But you don’t need to. You only need a drop.

Chandan-e-Khaas is the sacred heart of Mysore sandalwood—aged, golden, and revered. I found it tucked away in a locked wooden chest in Tamil Nadu, wrapped in silk, guarded like a relic. This isn’t just sandalwood. This is sandalwood with memory. Anchored. Soothing. Grounded like an ancient tree that’s seen empires rise and fall.

Wear it when you want to remember who you are, and forget everything else.

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What is an Attar?

Attar is the soul of a plant, gathered through fire, water, earth, and time.

There are two primary paths by which these sacred botanical oils are born — both ancient, both requiring patience, both guided by elemental intelligence.

In one lineage, attars are made in a traditional kiln: hardwoods, barks, and aromatic roots are ground and packed into clay balls — hand-shaped, sun-dried, and sealed with care. These clay vessels are then placed into a wood-fired kiln. As the fire roars, the inner world of each clay ball transforms — releasing resins and fragrant oils from deep within. Once the firing is complete, each vessel is cracked open by hand, revealing the plant’s purest essence, collected and aged over time.

This is distillation through fire — bold, grounding, and ceremonial.

The second path is water-led: a slow hydro-distillation, where delicate botanicals like flowers, herbs, or resins are placed in copper stills with spring water and gently heated. The rising steam carries their aromatic essence into a receiving vessel filled with sandalwood oil or base oils, where it condenses, mingles, and matures. This method yields soft, complex attars that carry the breath of petals, the memory of rain, and the hush of the forest floor.

These attars were hand-sourced on a botanical pilgrimage through North and South India — each one selected not only for purity, but for presence.

Poured into 10ml amber glass to preserve their strength and subtlety, they are offered as sacred adornment.

Anoint your skin. Let scent become ritual. Let memory awaken.