Ambra Aurea Profumum Roma 1998

It was December 2023 when I welcomed Ambra Aurea by Profumum Roma into my life. A year later, I hold the bottle in my hands, half empty. And I think: “It has been a heavy year…” - and it truly has been heavy. Hospitals, recovery, days filled with pain and silence.

Yet in this year, Ambra Aurea became my refuge. It is not just a perfume, but a ritual, a sacred moment. Whenever the day was dark, when sorrow, anger, or disappointment weighed heavily on me, I came home, took a shower, and sprayed it once on my skin. Then I wrapped myself in a cozy blanket, lay down - and let go.

From the very first breath, the scent unfolds like a quiet magic: a brief flicker of amber and acetone, but the acetone dissipates so quickly that it feels almost like a fleeting thought. What remains is a warm, smoky amber, deep, balsamic, like a comforting voice that says: “It will be alright.” The scent is linear, constant, does not change - and that is its gift. It stays with me, unchanged, unwavering. In the background, soft spices shimmer, barely perceptible, like a distant breath that does not distract me, but carries me.
As the hours pass, I remain in this embrace. My anger melts away, the sadness dissolves, the disappointment fades. I feel my soul calming, becoming soft, peaceful, grateful. I am once again fully myself, healed - from whatever.

Ambra Aurea is not a scent for everyday life, not a companion for light moments. It is an angel in the form of a bottle, a shield, a balm. It wraps around me like a gentle blanket, unwavering, loyal, healing. A fragrance that touches not only the skin but the heart.

I look back on the past year, at the half-empty bottle, and feel gratitude. Gratitude for the moments when I felt embraced and held by Ambra Aurea.