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Each aroma is born from journeys through the East, where ancient rituals and gestures became a living archive of scent.
From this intimate knowledge, rare essences are transformed into compositions that carry the memory of distant lands — and the echo of timeless presence.
Every fragrance is a trace of experience, an invocation of matter and spirit in quiet balance.
DAE Exclusive scents
Each aroma is shaped by the Creative Director’s journeys through the East, where encounters with ancient rituals and traditions became a living archive of scent. From this intimate knowledge, rare essences are transformed into compositions that carry the memory of distant lands and the echo of timeless presence.
A quiet dawn suspended in glass.
Sweetness unfolds — amber and syrup entwine with whispers of caramel and vanilla,
melting into the soft light of white fig and pale blossoms.
What begins as indulgence deepens into shadow:
beneath the warmth, a trace of toasted wood and faint spice emerges,
revealing a subtler truth — tender, elusive, and never fully spoken.
Syrup Lies is not merely sweetness,
but the stillness between desire and restraint —
where purity breathes, and time itself seems to pause.
A quiet dawn suspended in glass.
Sweetness unfolds — amber and syrup entwine with whispers of caramel and vanilla,
melting into the soft light of white fig and pale blossoms.
What begins as indulgence deepens into shadow:
beneath the warmth, a trace of toasted wood and faint spice emerges,
revealing a subtler truth — tender, elusive, and never fully spoken.
Syrup Lies is not merely sweetness,
but the stillness between desire and restraint —
where purity breathes, and time itself seems to pause.
A quiet echo from a secret garden.
The milky green of fig unfolds gently,
a tender veil that caresses the senses and softens the air.
Then comes blueberry — deep, velvety,
its note both fruity and balsamic, lingering like a secret confession.
Together, they create an unexpected harmony:
soft yet vivid, gentle yet persistent.
An intimate fragrance that speaks of nature and silence,
of hidden sweetness and quiet revelation —
where darkness hums with life,
and beauty whispers, never shouts.
A quiet echo from a secret garden.
The milky green of fig unfolds gently,
a tender veil that caresses the senses and softens the air.
Then comes blueberry — deep, velvety,
its note both fruity and balsamic, lingering like a secret confession.
Together, they create an unexpected harmony:
soft yet vivid, gentle yet persistent.
An intimate fragrance that speaks of nature and silence,
of hidden sweetness and quiet revelation —
where darkness hums with life,
and beauty whispers, never shouts.
A dark invocation in scent.
Liquorice unfolds with earthy warmth,
merging with whispers of anise, spice,
and the soft breath of vanilla.
Mysterious yet intimate,
it lingers like a sacred trace in the air —
a timeless offering to silence and fire.
A dark invocation in scent.
Liquorice unfolds with earthy warmth,
merging with whispers of anise, spice,
and the soft breath of vanilla.
Mysterious yet intimate,
it lingers like a sacred trace in the air —
a timeless offering to silence and fire.
A pulse between brightness and depth.
The sharp clarity of pomegranate pierces the air,
yielding to the warm embrace of tonka and almond.
In its silence, contrast becomes harmony —
a memory of light dissolving into shadow.
Then, deeper still, a presence awakens:
smoky woods, cold resins, and a breath of ambergris emerge,
tracing the outline of an unseen space.
Lost Void is not emptiness,
but an invocation of what lies beyond —
a silence charged with mystery,
infinite, magnetic, alive.
A pulse between brightness and depth.
The sharp clarity of pomegranate pierces the air,
yielding to the warm embrace of tonka and almond.
In its silence, contrast becomes harmony —
a memory of light dissolving into shadow.
Then, deeper still, a presence awakens:
smoky woods, cold resins, and a breath of ambergris emerge,
tracing the outline of an unseen space.
Lost Void is not emptiness,
but an invocation of what lies beyond —
a silence charged with mystery,
infinite, magnetic, alive.
A fragrance of profound richness.
At its heart, oud unveils a dark, smoky sweetness —
a rare essence where fire meets earth,
layered with spices, amber, and the soft warmth of vanilla.
It moves slowly, like incense rising in silence,
deep and grounding, yet refined and luminous.
Griftwood evokes distant lands and sacred rites,
where night thickens with the scent of precious woods
and the air hums with devotion.
A journey into the enigmatic soul of nature’s finest essence —
mysterious, timeless, alive.
A fragrance of profound richness.
At its heart, oud unveils a dark, smoky sweetness —
a rare essence where fire meets earth,
layered with spices, amber, and the soft warmth of vanilla.
It moves slowly, like incense rising in silence,
deep and grounding, yet refined and luminous.
Griftwood evokes distant lands and sacred rites,
where night thickens with the scent of precious woods
and the air hums with devotion.
A journey into the enigmatic soul of nature’s finest essence —
mysterious, timeless, alive.
An enchantment of ancient woods,
where the warm, resinous breath of Palo Santo intertwines with the whisper of incense.
The composition opens with sweet, balsamic notes —
embracing, like a ritual that welcomes and purifies.
At its heart, a woody and spicy warmth unfolds slowly,
bringing serenity and depth.
Subtle traces of lemongrass and myrrh emerge with grace,
blurring into a balance of light and shadow.
Rooted yet ethereal, Peacefield evokes the sacredness of ancient gestures
and moments of inner harmony —
where wood meets the soul,
and fragrance becomes meditation.
An enchantment of ancient woods,
where the warm, resinous breath of Palo Santo intertwines with the whisper of incense.
The composition opens with sweet, balsamic notes —
embracing, like a ritual that welcomes and purifies.
At its heart, a woody and spicy warmth unfolds slowly,
bringing serenity and depth.
Subtle traces of lemongrass and myrrh emerge with grace,
blurring into a balance of light and shadow.
Rooted yet ethereal, Peacefield evokes the sacredness of ancient gestures
and moments of inner harmony —
where wood meets the soul,
and fragrance becomes meditation.
