Antar

Antar ibn Shaddad. Born to a slave mother in pre-Islamic Arabia. Society said he'd serve. Destiny said otherwise. He defied an entire class system—not through violence, but through excellence. His poetry became legendary. His swordsmanship unmatched. When he fell for Abla, the chief's daughter, they told him to know his place. He responded by becoming the greatest knight Arabia had ever seen. Not to prove them wrong. To prove himself right. This fragrance opens with cardamom heat—bold, confident, impossible to ignore. Then comes the sweetness: toffee and caramel, rich and magnetic, the kind of presence that makes people lean in closer. The base is pure sophistication—amberwood and bourbon vanilla, warm and lasting, the scent of someone who's already won before the battle begins. Antar doesn't announce itself. It leaves an impression. The kind of scent that lingers in memory long after the moment has passed. For those who write their own story. For those who know that true strength doesn't need to be proven—it simply is.