DAMASCUS

Every May, the rose fields of Isparta bloom in waves of pink. But the roses must be harvested before dawn—once the sun touches them, their precious oils begin to evaporate.

DAMASCUS captures the rose at that hour: cool and dewy, not yet warmed by sun. This is not the jammy, overripe rose. It is cleaner, greener, with a sharpness that speaks of morning frost.

The Damask rose has been cultivated for its oil for over a thousand years. DAMASCUS carries that lineage lightly—not as burden, but as blessing.

Rose otto and Bulgarian rose open with the freshness of dawn-picked petals—cool, dewy, still holding the chill of mountain night. Woody notes provide structure while fresh accords keep everything bright.

There is a specific kind of freshness here that is hard to find in rose fragrances. It is the green stem as much as the pink petal, the dew as much as the bloom.