Wenni

As I ground the fresh coffee beans from South America, a mysterious space opened up, filled with the scent of newly tamed leather whips. Their harsh streams flowed through the air, biting and pulling at the nose, yet at the same time, a fine sweetness mingled in, so tempting that one would want to spread it like a delicate cream on a piece of buttered bread.

The scent of that day is still vividly etched in my memory. As soon as I entered the house of my Moroccan friends, the smoky, deep aroma of birch tar wrapped around me like a warming cloak. The preparations for dinner were in full swing, and in the air was the intense Bakhoor smoke, almost leathery, like the crackling of glowing coals. In the background, the delicate sweetness of acacia floated lightly, barely tangible, yet present, like a fleeting memory of autumn. Balsamic, resinous, a fragrance full of depth, as if the day itself were bathed in golden light. And when everything settled down, the warmth of burnt vanilla lingered, like the last smile of a beautiful evening that resonates long after. The scent is heavy; you either love it or hate it. No blind purchase!

It feels as if you are sitting in an elegant suit, with a cigar in hand, in an old leather armchair in front of the crackling fireplace. The room is bathed in warm light, yet there is more in the air than just smoke and embers. It is the scent of old wood that has developed its own mysterious character over the years in dark cellars.

Heavy patchouli notes fill the room, dense and earthy, as if you were opening a chest in a centuries-old wine cellar. The aroma of sandalwood and warm resins gives it a balsamic depth, while a dry leather note slowly unfolds. Rough, noble, and with an almost forgotten elegance.

Over time, everything blends with the aroma of the cigar, with the light smoke wafting through the room. A scent that tells stories hidden somewhere between flickering fireplace light and dark cellars.

This fragrance is the perfect balance between freshness and depth, exuding a tailored elegance. The Sicilian lemon and mandarin give it a bright, clean freshness that evokes the first breath in a luxurious coastal city.

Over time, warm, woody notes unfold: the creamy, exotic aroma of sandalwood blends with the dry, masculine strength of cedar and vetiver.

In the end, the light yet present tonka bean provides a gentle, slightly sweet depth that adds a seductive touch to the fragrance.

It is the scent of a man who radiates confidence without being loud. Modern, self-assured, and timeless.

Megamare is an extremely intense, almost overwhelming marine fragrance that captures the raw power of the ocean.

The first impression: A fresh, salty breeze hits your face as if you were standing on a stormy coast. The air is humid, full of iodine, seaweed, and salt, with an almost metallic sharpness.

The core: Behind the freshness lurks something dark, deeper, a mix of driftwood, wet skin, and slightly rotten seaweed. It smells like a secret, unexplored seabed, where minerals, shells, and the echoes of past storms gather.

The aftertaste: After hours, a creamy, slightly sweet hint remains, as if salt has dried on warm skin, mixed with a subtle, almost oily note of amber and musk.

It is not a typical fresh summer scent, but an extreme, almost synthetic experience, as if you were standing in the midst of a raging ocean, with foaming waves and salt-crusted skin.