The Smoke | Al-Dukhan

The Smoke – Al Dukhan
Not a fragrance —
a ritual, purely masculine.
The slow unfurling of oud in an ancient chamber,
where smoke rises like a prayer,
and silence carries weight.

Dark, dense, and unbending —
a whisper of black leather,
a spark of burnt spice,
and the warmth of midnight embers buried in desert wind.

This is not scent.
This is presence carved in shadow —
the kind that walks in before you
and stays behind after you’ve gone.

Al Dukhan doesn’t speak loudly.
It smolders.
And that’s what makes it unforgettable.