Oudh Fire

O U D ✦ F I R E  Somewhere in the folds of the blackness of night, beneath the sky bruised stars, a fire was coaxed to life. Not the fire of hunger, nor the fire of war, but a rarer flame: the kind that speaks in whispers of devotion, memory, and danger. The Bedouins tell of it—how they burned oud wood at the edge of their camps, how its smoke clung to wool and skin, becoming both shield and allure. Oudh Fire is not polite. It does not ask permission. It arrives like an ember carried on the wind—smoldering, resinous, impossible to ignore. First, the spark: Pink Pepper, Bergamot, and Geranium, sharp as a blade of light against the dark. Then, the flame: Ambergris, Violet, and Patchouli, rising in a smoky bloom, at once luminous and shadowed. Finally, the slow burn—the heart of the fire revealed in Agarwood (Oud), Musk, and Vanilla—deep, animalic, and endlessly lingering. You will not wear this scent. You will inhabit it. Strangers may lean closer, not out of curiosity but necessity, as