Berkanlenck

Outside, the fog hung heavily between the bare trees, and the city seemed to hold its breath for a moment. From the very first drop, I knew: this would not be an ordinary fragrance.

The myrrh rose slowly, almost ceremoniously, as if entering an old cathedral. I immediately felt this balsamic warmth, dark and mysterious, like the flickering glow of a candle in a quiet room. It was not just a scent, but a mood - a feeling of reverence, as if someone had turned down the world’s volume for a brief moment.

As I got ready, the fragrance began to change. Behind the heaviness of the resins, spices flashed quietly, like a whisper. They gave the perfume an unexpected liveliness, as if sparks were dancing through the darkness. I couldn’t quite tell if it was cinnamon, pepper, or cloves - it was like a mysterious chord that never wanted to be fully revealed.

Throughout the day, X Myrrh accompanied me like an invisible cloak. In a meeting, while others exchanged words, I remained centered within myself. The scent acted like a shield, grounding me. Each time I perceived it, I became aware: You are here, in the now, in your own power.

Later, as I walked home in the twilight, the cool air mingled with the last notes of the perfume. The resins had deepened, almost leathery, and felt like a memory of something ancient, timeless. I didn’t just feel well-dressed, but carried - as if this fragrance had built a bridge between me and all the people before me who had regarded myrrh as something sacred for centuries.

At home, I lit a candle, sat by the window, and reflected on the day. X Myrrh still lingered on my skin, softly but persistently. And I thought: Some perfumes are like accessories, pretty and fleeting. But others, like this one - are like companions. They don’t tell loud stories; they whisper them. And therein lies their magic.

It was a warm summer evening in London, and the sun was slowly disappearing behind the rooftops of the city. I had been waiting all day to finally open the small, heavy bottle that I had picked up from the dealer with trembling hands. There were only 210 of these, and one was now in front of me.

The golden light of the evening filtered through the glass, making the contents shimmer like liquid amber. With the first spray, a radiant citrus accord spread through the air-bright, clear, almost like freshly squeezed orange juice, but more refined, smoother, restrained by an invisible hand. I closed my eyes and for a brief moment felt as if I were back on the first floor of Harrods Perfumery, where Roja Dove once had his boutique.

The notes evolved further, and with them, my mood shifted. After the radiant opening, a warm, almost velvety vanilla settled on my skin. Along with it, a hint of peach, sweet but not cloying, more like the smile of a familiar person you meet again after a long time.

And then, suddenly, the depth arrived: leather, amber, a dark, sun-soaked labdanum. The fragrance took on a gravity, a seriousness as if to say, "Beauty alone is not enough; you also need presence."

I caught myself standing in front of the mirror longer than usual. The scent felt like a garment that you don’t just wear, but that transforms you. Suddenly, I was not just me-I was a little taller, a little more confident, a little more in harmony with myself.

When I later stepped out onto the street, the sillage mingled with the cool evening air. A stranger woman paused briefly, looked at me, and smiled. She said nothing, but I knew she had noticed it. Not just the fragrance, but also what it had awakened in me.

In that moment, it became clear to me: Roja Dove Perfumery is not just a perfume. It is a memory of all the journeys, conversations, and encounters that Roja has woven into the world of scents, and at the same time, a small piece of eternity, captured in 210 bottles.

When I first sprayed Outlands, it was as if a gate opened to another world.
The first seconds were like a breath of fresh air, but not the ordinary kind - it was the air of a landscape after a thunderstorm. Cardamom and bergamot swirled like little sparks through the darkness, and the pepper pricked my nose like electric discharges. It smelled of adventure, of departure, of a moment when you leave everything familiar behind.

I remember that evening: it was cool outside, the streets shone wet, and as the scent dried on my skin, I felt how it changed as if boarding a train that departs for an unknown land.

The heart of the perfume was like a foreign city at night. Patchouli, rose, saffron - they stood there like marketplaces full of smells, voices, and lights. There was something untamed about it, almost challenging. I felt as if I were walking through narrow alleys where merchants spilled their spices: cumin, coriander, anise - all in the air, dense and heavy, yet fascinating. I knew I could get lost, and that’s exactly what made it so exciting.

At some point, the base emerged, and it was like a campfire at the end of a long journey. Amber, vanilla, and oud embraced me like warmth after cold, like a carpet of embers and resin. It was as if after days of restlessness, I finally arrived - perhaps not home, but at a place I never wanted to leave. The smoke of the incense rose like prayers to the sky, and suddenly I realized that Outlands was not just a fragrance, but a story you wear on your body.

As I stood there, in the midst of this olfactory film, I noticed: Outlands is not something you wear casually. It is a scent that enters the room before you do. One that draws attention because it has so many layers, so many contrasts - light and dark, fresh and smoky, familiar and foreign. It is a fragrance for nights when you don’t want to hide. For conversations that last into the morning. For moments when you consciously step out of your comfort zone.

Today, I don’t wear Outlands often - perhaps because it is too powerful, perhaps because it doesn’t fit every day. But when I do, I know that I am ready to show another version of myself: the one that crosses boundaries, that seeks the unknown, that does not step softly but strides with full force.

Today was one of those days you look forward to for a long time. The package lay before me, unassuming on the outside, but in my mind already full of anticipation. When I opened it and held the Creed Oud Zariān bottle for the first time, I felt that little tingle. A bit like uncovering a secret that is meant just for you.

The first spray was overwhelming: warm, dark, and yet full of light. This Oud is not sharp or aggressive, but velvety, almost like an old, polished wooden table that carries stories from centuries. Along with it, this mysterious spice spreads with an elegance, as if I had suddenly draped an invisible cloak around myself.

I caught myself constantly smelling my wrist. The scent changed with each passing minute, sometimes deep and earthy, then soft again, almost golden. As I stepped outside, I felt as if I were wearing not just a perfume, but an aura that occupies space without being loud. People looked at me, not intrusively, but with that brief second longer than usual.

It was as if Oud Zariān had granted me something: a calmness, a strength, a quiet dignity. And as I went through the day, I knew: this is not a scent for every moment, but for those you want to remember.

Today was such a moment.

This morning I woke up and immediately felt that strange mix of restlessness and anticipation. The city outside was still quiet, only the distant honking of a bus and the chirping of birds filled the streets. I didn’t know exactly why, but something told me that today would be a special day. Perhaps it was the sun breaking through the curtains early, or simply the need for something new.

I decided to head out without a plan. The streets smelled of warm asphalt and freshly brewed coffee. It was one of those rare moments when everything seemed calm and yet full of possibilities. As I turned a corner, I discovered the little perfume shop that was tucked between a flower shop and a bakery. Normally, I would have ignored it, but today I stopped. Something inside me whispered, “Go in.”

Inside, the air was cool, the room smelled of wood, spices, and an indeterminate blend of perfume that immediately awakened the senses. The shelves were carefully arranged, each bottle seemed like a little work of art. I let my fingers glide over the glass bottles, read the labels, and let the scents briefly pass by me. And then, as if out of nowhere, my gaze fell upon a bottle: Angels’ Share On the Rocks.

It stood there, calm, elegant, with its matte milk glass surface, almost like a secret treasure waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, turned it slightly, and carefully sprayed a little on my wrist. A cold tingle shot across my skin - zesty citrus notes, grapefruit, bitter orange, an ice accord that felt cool and vibrant. I closed my eyes and could almost feel the sun on my skin, accompanying this fresh, bright moment.

Then the fragrance opened up further, and suddenly there was warmth: cognac, tonka bean, a hint of cinnamon flowing over my senses like liquid gold. It was as if the coolness and freshness of the top notes merged with the warm, deep elegance of the evening. I felt a small smile spread across my face. I knew immediately that I had to have it.

At the checkout, I held the bottle tightly as if it were a promise for the day. The cashier smiled knowingly, as if she had experienced many similar moments. “A good day to find a special fragrance,” she said, and I nodded, even though I could hardly find the words.

Outside on the street, I sprayed the fragrance once more on my wrist. With each breath, it felt as if the world around me became a little bit brighter, fresher, and at the same time warmer. I continued walking, feeling the sun on my face, hearing life around me, and everywhere there was now this scent that accompanied me like a quiet melody.

Angels’ Share On the Rocks was not just a perfume; it was a moment I could hold onto. A moment that perfectly captured the blend of freshness, warmth, and quiet elegance. Today I had bought it, and with it a small piece of joy that would carry me through the day. I knew that I would reach for this fragrance again and again whenever I sought a moment full of sunshine, lightness, and warmth.