Kinamo

In the heart of an ancient forest, where the air hums with secrets and the trees whisper of forgotten worlds, there lies a scent—Kinamo. It is not merely a fragrance but an odyssey, a journey through time and memory, woven from the rarest essences of earth and sky.

As Kinamo first touches the skin, it unfolds like the first light of dawn piercing through a mist-laden grove. The crisp, resinous breath of  fir  entwines with the sunlit sweetness of pineapple,  a paradox of cool forests and tropical warmth. Petitgrain, with its bitter citrus-green spark, dances alongside the narcotic embrace of ylang ylang, while a single rose  blooms—soft, velvety, yet untamed.

The guava leaf rustles, lending a tart greenness, a whisper of something just out of reach. Jasmine unfurls its indolic mystery, seductive and animalic, while geranium adds a rosy, minted depth. And then hay absolute, golden and sun-drenched, like the last breath of summer caught in a lover’s sigh.

The Heart: A Sacred Grove
As the fragrance deepens, the soul of Kinamo reveals itself. Sandalwood Millennium 2000s—a rare, creamy wood, aged to perfection—melds with the sacred smoke of Kinam oud, a treasure beyond compare, resinous and honeyed. The violet leaf cuts through with a dewy, almost metallic green, while tonka bean wraps the senses in its vanillic embrace. And then, the ghostly presence of indole —a shadowy floralcy, both alluring and unsettling.

The Depths: The Ancient Pact
The base of Kinamo is where legends are buried. Myrrh weeps its sacred tears, bitter and balsamic, while vetiver rises from the earth, dark and rooty. Oakmoss clings like the memory of a forgotten ritual, damp and earthy. Then, the animalic growl of  civet, primal and intoxicating, melds with the smoky, medicinal oud from Trat, a Thai treasure, and the deep, fruity darkness of Cambodian oud.

A leather accord lingers—worn saddle, old books, the scent of a king’s throne. And finally, Lisea, a rare spice, wraps the composition in a final embrace, warm and enigmatic.

The Legacy of Kinamo
To wear Kinamo is to walk through time itself—through sacred temples and sunlit orchards, through the damp undergrowth of untouched forests and the smoky halls of ancient courts. It is a fragrance of contrasts: light and shadow, innocence and decadence, the ephemeral and the eternal.