The first breath of Ciel Nomade is like stepping into a twilight mirage — where smoky incense curls into the sky, and a faint spark of blackcurrant glows like a hidden ember.
As you journey deeper, the rich heart of Cambodian oud unfolds — dense, wild, and hauntingly beautiful — cloaked in the soft petals of Damask rose and the golden warmth of labdanum.
The drydown settles like the desert night itself: smoky birch tar and rugged leather blending into the earthiness of patchouli, softened by the sensual drift of ambergris and the creamy caress of sandalwood.
Ciel Nomade is not worn — it is inhabited. A fragrance for the unseen wanderer, leaving a memory more powerful than any word spoken.
