The Surviving Flower (Rose De Mai, Bulgarian Rose, Pear, Saffron, Desert Sand Accord, Amber)
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Before compassion reshaped hearts, some tribes saw girls as burdens, and tiny lives were lost before they could feel the desert wind. The Qur’an itself evokes the image of those buried girls rising on Judgment Day to ask, “for what sin was I killed? Then came a revelation that broke through the dunes like dawn; a faith that named such cruelty barbaric, that honoured the daughter and promised fathers paradise if their girls bore witness to their kindness.
Our fragrance begins at this turning point. The opening is like dawn breaking over the dunes: delicate petals of rose unfurling into the cool predawn air, light and fragile yet determined. They capture the innocence of a newborn girl, the sweetness of life allowed to blossom instead of being stifled. Behind the initial bloom is a faint trace of saffron and pear, reminding us of the harshness of the old world—its arid cruelty and the fear that once lingered with every birth. All the notes whisper the promise of a life that almost wasn’t, a tiny heartbeat now free to stretch its arms toward the morning.
As the perfume warms on the skin, its heart reveals a fuller bouquet: damask rose, tuberose and wild iris mingle with hints of saffron. This is the girl growing into a young woman amid the changes of a society learning to cherish its daughters. The florals are rich and assertive, yet softened by whispers of osmanthus and violet leaf. They speak of her awakening heart, of laughter shared under palm fronds, of the first time she realised she could run across the desert and have the wind answer back. In the distance, notes of myrtle and henna drift in like songs sung by her mother, stories of prophets who taught mercy and justice. This is the young woman coming into her own—a luminous bouquet that speaks of resilience, beauty, and the first unfettered joy of being seen. The floral heart is a hymn to hope, each note rising like a prayer answered.
Then the base arrives—warm, earthy notes of oud, sandalwood and amber anchored by a subtle smokiness. This is the maturity of the woman who lives to see grandchildren play where graves might once have been dug. A veil of sun-worn sand drifts through the composition at the base level, echoing the age it was born from and sketching the forgotten landscape in soft, grainy strokes.
The resulting perfume is not just a scent. It's a poem in 3 movements. It begins with a sigh of relief, blossoms into a song of self discovery, and settles into a quiet anthem of gratitude. Worn on the skin, it reminds the wearer of the girls that were spared and the faith that insisted on their worth. It invites each of us to breathe in the story of survival and to celebrate the flowers that bloom when compassion replaces cruelty. When you wear this perfume, you wear the story of all the daughters that were spared, and the legacy of the Prophet who promised that buried girls would be heard on the Day of Judgement. It's a tribute to the sweet, living floral soul, that defied the sands and bloomed under the guidance that transformed ignorance into compassion.
Top
Pear, Rose, Saffron
Heart
Rose De Mai, Bulgarian Rose, Iris, French Geranium
Base
Desert Sand Accord, Amber, White Musk, Oud Accord, Hindi Oud, Sandalwood
Our fragrance begins at this turning point. The opening is like dawn breaking over the dunes: delicate petals of rose unfurling into the cool predawn air, light and fragile yet determined. They capture the innocence of a newborn girl, the sweetness of life allowed to blossom instead of being stifled. Behind the initial bloom is a faint trace of saffron and pear, reminding us of the harshness of the old world—its arid cruelty and the fear that once lingered with every birth. All the notes whisper the promise of a life that almost wasn’t, a tiny heartbeat now free to stretch its arms toward the morning.
As the perfume warms on the skin, its heart reveals a fuller bouquet: damask rose, tuberose and wild iris mingle with hints of saffron. This is the girl growing into a young woman amid the changes of a society learning to cherish its daughters. The florals are rich and assertive, yet softened by whispers of osmanthus and violet leaf. They speak of her awakening heart, of laughter shared under palm fronds, of the first time she realised she could run across the desert and have the wind answer back. In the distance, notes of myrtle and henna drift in like songs sung by her mother, stories of prophets who taught mercy and justice. This is the young woman coming into her own—a luminous bouquet that speaks of resilience, beauty, and the first unfettered joy of being seen. The floral heart is a hymn to hope, each note rising like a prayer answered.
Then the base arrives—warm, earthy notes of oud, sandalwood and amber anchored by a subtle smokiness. This is the maturity of the woman who lives to see grandchildren play where graves might once have been dug. A veil of sun-worn sand drifts through the composition at the base level, echoing the age it was born from and sketching the forgotten landscape in soft, grainy strokes.
The resulting perfume is not just a scent. It's a poem in 3 movements. It begins with a sigh of relief, blossoms into a song of self discovery, and settles into a quiet anthem of gratitude. Worn on the skin, it reminds the wearer of the girls that were spared and the faith that insisted on their worth. It invites each of us to breathe in the story of survival and to celebrate the flowers that bloom when compassion replaces cruelty. When you wear this perfume, you wear the story of all the daughters that were spared, and the legacy of the Prophet who promised that buried girls would be heard on the Day of Judgement. It's a tribute to the sweet, living floral soul, that defied the sands and bloomed under the guidance that transformed ignorance into compassion.
Top
Pear, Rose, Saffron
Heart
Rose De Mai, Bulgarian Rose, Iris, French Geranium
Base
Desert Sand Accord, Amber, White Musk, Oud Accord, Hindi Oud, Sandalwood