Nishane
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Juniper and mint crash down with aggressive clarity, bright and piney, immediately complicated by lavender's powdery edge and rosemary's medicinal bite. Within seconds, the oregano emerges—herbaceous and oddly savoury, like someone's crushed dried herbs directly onto warm skin, creating an unsettling, almost culinary opening.
The herbal notes soften into a strange, patchouli-driven warmth where carnation's spiced clove tone tangles with jasmine's indolic whisper. Castoreum surfaces now, a creeping animalic force that transforms the scent's character entirely—suddenly it smells less of a fragrance composition and more of skin, sweat, and something primordially intimate, whilst the patchouli deepens into fermented earth.
Caramel and oakmoss settle into a dry, almost smouldering base where cistus adds papery, leather-like texture and castoreum lingers with stubborn intensity. The fragrance becomes increasingly woody and animalic, the spice fading to leave a skin-like warmth tinged with smoke and ancient earth—intimate and decidedly unapologetic.
Unutamam is a fragrance that refuses politeness. It opens with the sharp, almost medicinal clarity of mint and juniper—think gin botanicals filtered through a herbalist's apothecary—before the herbal accord pivots decisively into something altogether stranger. The heart note oregano (rarely deployed in perfumery for good reason) creates an immediate olfactory dissonance, a culinary spice that shouldn't work alongside jasmine and carnation, yet somehow generates an unsettling, almost feverish beauty. The animalic accord dominates throughout: castoreum rumbles beneath like a distant cello, bringing a distinctly corporeal, beaver-musk warmth that transforms this from a fragrance into an encounter.
This is not a scent for consensus-building. Its patchouli sits heavy and fermented, whilst oakmoss provides the skeletal structure—earthy, slightly damp, archaeological. The caramel in the base feels less like sweetness and more like charred sugar clinging to skin, complementing the smoky accord that creeps through every phase. Cistus and castoreum create an almost hide-like texture, the kind of leather that smells of tanneries and old libraries rather than luxury goods.
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