Smoked birch wood
Vetiver
08/13/2025
AhmedHadi
11 Reviews
AhmedHadi
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Fumidus … a memory poured from whisky and smoke, a slow melody played on the strings of vetiver to the rhythm of smoldering birchwood, and a small epic flowing across your skin until the very last bre
Imagine a cold evening on the edge of an ancient Italian city…
The rain stopped just minutes ago, and the cobblestone street glistens like a yellow mirror under the glow of streetlamps.
You push open the door of an old tavern, where the warmth of weathered wood and the crackling scent of firewood in the hearth embrace you.
On the table rests a dark whisky, amber-deep in color, sending up thick vapors that mingle with the smoke drifting from burning birch logs.
In a distant corner, a man in a leather coat cradles his glass as if holding onto a faraway memory, his eyes telling stories of journeys and places lost in the fog of time.
These stories take shape in a damp, earthy aroma, dripping from the heart of vetiver as though the earth itself had kept the rain locked within its pores.
The fragrance walks beside you with confident, unhurried steps... opening with a wave of opulent whisky warmth, then widening its chest to merge the soil’s depth with tendrils of smoke into a single heart.
As time passes, its voice softens and deepens, leaving behind a woody, leathery veil on the skin, like the lingering scent of someone who has just departed.
Its presence on the skin is long-lived, pulsing quietly like memoirs read slowly, drawing closer as an old secret does, shared only with those who deserve it.
It finds its finest expression in the chill of autumn and the winter night, especially when rain falls or frost sharpens the air, uniting body warmth with the cool breath of the season in a single symphony.
It was crafted to accompany moments written outside of time... beneath candlelight, or in the shadow of a mysterious promise spoken only once and never again.
Fumidus is not merely a smoky, woody fragrance; it is the embodiment of Profumum Roma’s philosophy, where every aromatic note is given space to breathe and evolve at its own pace.
It strikes a balance between the austerity of smoke, the warmth of whisky, and the depth of wood, breaking away from the familiar heaviness of many woody scents that can lean toward severity.
Here, luxury is shaped with an intimate touch, and the aura it leaves is more than a trail... it is a story that wraps around its wearer like a coat woven from memories.
Among the many similarities in the world of woody fragrances, Fumidus remains a signature that cannot be replicated, awakening the scene and etching it deep into memory.
Ahmed Hadi - Baghdad - IRAQ
The rain stopped just minutes ago, and the cobblestone street glistens like a yellow mirror under the glow of streetlamps.
You push open the door of an old tavern, where the warmth of weathered wood and the crackling scent of firewood in the hearth embrace you.
On the table rests a dark whisky, amber-deep in color, sending up thick vapors that mingle with the smoke drifting from burning birch logs.
In a distant corner, a man in a leather coat cradles his glass as if holding onto a faraway memory, his eyes telling stories of journeys and places lost in the fog of time.
These stories take shape in a damp, earthy aroma, dripping from the heart of vetiver as though the earth itself had kept the rain locked within its pores.
The fragrance walks beside you with confident, unhurried steps... opening with a wave of opulent whisky warmth, then widening its chest to merge the soil’s depth with tendrils of smoke into a single heart.
As time passes, its voice softens and deepens, leaving behind a woody, leathery veil on the skin, like the lingering scent of someone who has just departed.
Its presence on the skin is long-lived, pulsing quietly like memoirs read slowly, drawing closer as an old secret does, shared only with those who deserve it.
It finds its finest expression in the chill of autumn and the winter night, especially when rain falls or frost sharpens the air, uniting body warmth with the cool breath of the season in a single symphony.
It was crafted to accompany moments written outside of time... beneath candlelight, or in the shadow of a mysterious promise spoken only once and never again.
Fumidus is not merely a smoky, woody fragrance; it is the embodiment of Profumum Roma’s philosophy, where every aromatic note is given space to breathe and evolve at its own pace.
It strikes a balance between the austerity of smoke, the warmth of whisky, and the depth of wood, breaking away from the familiar heaviness of many woody scents that can lean toward severity.
Here, luxury is shaped with an intimate touch, and the aura it leaves is more than a trail... it is a story that wraps around its wearer like a coat woven from memories.
Among the many similarities in the world of woody fragrances, Fumidus remains a signature that cannot be replicated, awakening the scene and etching it deep into memory.
Ahmed Hadi - Baghdad - IRAQ
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