Deep within the ancient forests of Southeast Asia, a rare infection transforms the heartwood of the Aquilaria tree into something extraordinary — agarwood. For millennia, this dark, fragrant resin has been burned in temples, gifted to kings, and traded for more than its weight in gold.
"In every drop of oud, there are a thousand years of patience."
A midnight procession through the souks of old Damascus. Smoke and petals intertwined, vanishing into velvet darkness.
The quiet interior of a Kyoto temple at dawn. Wisps of sacred smoke rising through shafts of golden light. Contemplation, distilled.
Liquid amber poured over weathered leather. The warmth of a firelit library where time moves differently. Eternal, indeed.
Apply to freshly moisturized skin. The warmth of your body becomes the canvas — hydrated skin holds the oud longer, letting each note unfold at its own pace.
Touch to the wrists, behind the ears, the hollow of the throat. These points of warmth amplify the fragrance, projecting its sillage into the space around you.
Never rub. Let the oud rest on your skin undisturbed. The top notes will bloom within minutes, the heart within the hour, the base — that will stay with you until morning.
True oud evolves. What you smell at first application is merely the introduction. The masterpiece reveals itself over hours — a slow, intimate conversation between the fragrance and your skin.
Each AGAR fragrance is crafted in Grasse from sustainably sourced agarwood, aged for a minimum of twelve months before bottling. Limited to 500 flacons per year.