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In 39 BC, Cleopatra VII was at the height of her power. Queen of Egypt. Ruler of the richest kingdom in the eastern Mediterranean. Mother of three royal heirs — including twins, Alexander Helios and Cleopatra Selene, born a year earlier to her and Mark Antony.

Antony had returned to Antioch and then Rome after their fabled winter in Alexandria. He left Alexandria and married his enemy’s sister — Octavia, sister to Octavian — not for love, but for politics and he would not come back for another three years. But Cleopatra did not wait passively. She ruled.

In those years, she negotiated trade routes, stabilised Egypt’s economy, and expanded her naval fleet. She commissioned temple renovations, enacted diplomatic reforms, and deepened the embodiment of herself as Isis — divine mother, warrior queen, and lover of empires.

And every night, she bathed.

Not out of vanity, but as a ritual. The baths of the palace were scented with jasmine, tuberose and neroli. Oils warmed in alabaster jars were poured over her skin. Her chambers were dimly lit, perfumed and still. In these moments, she was not waiting for Antony to return — she was preparing to receive him. When he did come back, it would be on her terms.

SILK VEIL is that atmosphere. A scent of power and intimacy. The bath before the banquet. The fragrance of a woman who governs herself first, and understands that beauty, when claimed without apology, is its own kind of strategy.

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FOUNDER’S NOTE

“I’ve been curious about Cleopatra ever since I was old enough to know that Alexandria is my middle name. And yet, everything I was taught about her painted her as a seductress, a harlot. As I’ve grown older — and become more able to research, learn, and unpick patriarchal mythologies — I’ve come to see how deeply her story has been misrepresented. Cleopatra was, and remains, a legend and an inspiration to me.

Choosing this love story as the basis for the collection is really about choosing to rethink the narratives we’ve inherited — about women and about being ‘foreign’ and to reflect on who are the dominant voices in shaping our understanding of culture.

Everything we know about Cleopatra was written more than a century after her death — Roman propaganda designed to erase her intellect and diminish her power. I believe many women, especially mothers and lovers, can relate to the experience of being misunderstood, misrepresented, or shamed.

If history is going to be a construct, let us at least write it in favour of feminine power.”

— Sharmadean Reid

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“Pleasure begins long before the touch.”

SILK VEIL is a fine fragrance cleansing shower oil designed for daily bathing rituals. Inspired by the white florals and perfumed oils associated with the royal courts of Alexandria, the formula combines notes of tuberose, jasmine, neroli, gardenia, musk and amber to create a soft, luminous floral scent that lingers gently on the skin.

The oil-to-milk texture transforms on contact with water, cleansing without stripping the skin and leaving the body soft, hydrated and lightly scented. Formulated with plant-based oils including sunflower, grapeseed, avocado and castor oil, SILK VEIL supports the skin barrier while delivering a rich sensorial experience suitable for both bath and shower.

Designed for those drawn to creamy white florals, intimate skin scents and slow evening rituals, SILK VEIL works particularly well before sleep, before getting dressed for the evening, or anytime the body needs warmth, softness and atmosphere.

Massage onto wet skin in the bath or shower, allowing the oil to emulsify into a light cleansing milk before rinsing away. For a more immersive ritual, apply slowly to pulse points, shoulders and décolletage, letting the steam release the full depth of the fragrance.

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After the assassination of Julius Caesar, Rome stood on a knife’s edge. Mark Antony — Caesar’s most trusted general and friend — rose to power determined to protect his legacy and preserve the fractured Republic. But before any future could be forged, one question haunted him: Where did Cleopatra stand?

In 41 BC, Antony summoned Cleopatra to Tarsus to answer for her loyalty. She refused to leave Egyptian soil — and instead transformed the summons into theatre. Sailing up the Cydnus River on a gilded barge dressed as Aphrodite, she held court from the deck, never once stepping onto foreign land. Cleopatra turned diplomacy into seduction and Antony was captivated. That winter, they holed up together in Alexandria, feasting, playing and falling into a love as strategic as it was sensual — while Rome waited for Antony’s next military campaign in the East.

But Antony was not just a lover; he was a man of duty and he had to go back to work. In the spring of 40 BC, he left his now pregnant Queen and returned to Antioch to marry Octavia — the sister of his rival Octavian — in a bid to maintain political peace. He was caught between two worlds: the battlefield and the bedroom, Rome and Egypt, East and West.

In 37 BC, after three long years of no communication, he returned to Cleopatra — not as a conqueror, but as a man in need of her power. She was furious. She had ruled alone. Raised his children. But she did not turn him away. At night, she let him in. And in return, he knelt. He gave her kingdoms. He made their children heirs. The world would call it the Donations of Alexandria. But in truth, it was his surrender.

DENARII is the memory of his return. It smells like musty sweat and leather armour after battle. Like sandalwood scraped from a temple door. Like the kiss of frankincense smoke as he rode away from burning cities. In public, he was Rome. In private, he was hers.

This is a fragrance for the masculine divine, for those who command by day and yield by night. It is power made tender. The scent of a man who knows both conquest and craving. Who rules the republic, but melts in your hands.

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FOUNDER'S NOTE

“I created DENARII thinking about the balance of force and intimacy. I’ve always been fascinated by men like Mark Antony. Someone who is a warrior, but also someone who let himself be moved by love. He gave Cleopatra land, armies, and his loyalty, but also lay beside her in silks; perfumed and open. That duality is what I wanted to bottle.

This scent is not aggressive, it’s smouldering. It’s the sweat of power after it has softened into passion. He gave Cleopatra land, armies, and his loyalty, but also laid beside her in silks, perfumed and open. That duality is what I wanted to bottle. This scent is not aggressive — it’s smouldering. It’s the sweat of power after it has softened into passion.

I wanted a fragrance that didn’t just speak of dominance, but of devotion. Something earthy and resinous, like the inside of a temple. Something sweet and smoky, like skin after sex. DENARII is the scent of a man who fights all day and returns home to be undone. For me, that’s true power.”

— Sharmadean Reid

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“The scent of conquest. The breath of a lover.”

DENARII is a fine fragrance cleansing shower oil designed for modern bathing rituals. Built around notes of frankincense, black pepper, cedarwood, patchouli, sandalwood, guaiac wood and precious balsams, the scent is smoky, resinous and warm — blending sacred woods, spice and soft skin into a fragrance that lingers long after bathing.

The oil-to-milk formula transforms on contact with water, cleansing without stripping the skin while leaving the body hydrated, conditioned and subtly scented. Formulated with plant-based oils including sunflower, grapeseed, avocado and castor oil, DENARII supports the skin barrier while delivering the sensorial depth of a luxury fragrance through both bath and shower.

Designed for those drawn to woody, spicy and skin-like scents, DENARII sits somewhere between ancient temple smoke, expensive tailoring and warm post-shower skin. Worn by men and women alike, it is particularly suited to evening rituals, post-gym showers, travel, dates and moments that call for confidence, grounding and quiet power.

Massage onto wet skin in the bath or shower, allowing the oil to emulsify into a light cleansing milk before rinsing away. For a deeper ritual, apply slowly across shoulders, chest and pulse points, letting the steam release the full depth of the fragrance.

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In Cleopatra’s palace, one of the Queen’s attendants moves quietly through the gardens and bathing chambers of Alexandria. Barely seen, but always present. Carrying oils. Lighting incense. Gathering figs at dawn while the palace is still cool from the night before.

Among Cleopatra’s attendants, one name survives history: Charmion. Ancient sources place her within Cleopatra VII’s intimate inner circle — trusted enough to remain beside the Queen in both palace life and death. She existed within the private architecture of power: arranging silks, preparing baths, tending to ritual. Not a ruler herself, but close enough to witness history unfold from only a few feet away.

\n“Some people enter history. Others stand close enough to breathe it in.”

From the shadows of the palace gardens, she watches the relationship between Cleopatra and Mark Antony unfold. Behind fig trees and lilies, she notices everything: the glisten of skin after bathing, the charged silence between lovers, the subtle exchanges of power between Queen and Roman general. She absorbs it all without speaking.

The fruit she carries is sacred. In Ancient Egypt, the sycamore fig was associated with Hathor, Nut and later Isis — goddesses connected to fertility, rebirth and protection. Sacred fig trees appeared throughout temple art and funerary mythology, their milky sap believed to nourish both body and soul. Across the ancient world, figs became associated with abundance, sensuality and renewal.

In Ancient Greece, figs were prized enough to be awarded to victorious athletes. In Rome, the fruit became linked to pleasure, luxury and fertility. Throughout Alexandria — where jasmine curled around citrus groves and steam drifted through marble courtyards — fig trees offered shade, sweetness and perfume.

FIG MILK is imagined through Charmion’s perspective. Creamy fig flesh warmed by the sun. Crushed green leaves beneath bare feet. Soft milk poured into warm water before the Queen’s evening bath. It is the scent of youth standing close enough to witness desire before fully understanding it. Quiet longing. Observation. The intimacy of remaining unseen.

When Roman soldiers entered Cleopatra’s mausoleum in 30 BC, Plutarch records that they found Charmion calmly adjusting the Queen’s diadem as death approached. When mocked by a soldier, she replied: “It is no less fitting for the descendant of kings.” Moments later, she collapsed beside her Queen.

Charmion remains one of the few women from Cleopatra’s inner world whose voice survives at all. FIG MILK is her atmosphere — green, milky and skin-close. The scent of watching history unfold from the edge of the room.

FOUNDER’S NOTE

“Figs feel unapologetically sensual to me. They’re soft, fleshy, dripping with sweetness, but there’s also something ancient and quiet in them. For FIG MILK, I wanted to capture the moment before desire, not the act, but the silent witness of it.

As a teenager, I learned how to be sensual through my mother. I saw her bathe herself, oil herself and walk down the street turning heads. I also used to watch a lot of French films during this time which were always full of teenage desire. Like Charlotte Gainsbourg in “An Impudent Girl” (1985). There is a scene where she looks through a floral iron gate at the piano protege.

This is what this scent is about. That look on her face is so full of longing and she doesnt even know what for. I think when we are young, we learn a lot about pleasure from images of those around us, and so I wanted this scent to embody a sensual protege in the palace of Alexandria. Someone who is voyeuristic and curious to learn from our star lovers, but is ‘green’ in her own experience.”

— Sharmadean Reid

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\n“She was not meant to be looked at. She was meant to watch.”

FIG MILK is a fine fragrance cleansing shower oil designed for daily bathing rituals. Built around notes of wild fig, violet leaf, cyclamen, coconut, cedarwood and benzoin, the scent is creamy, green and softly skin-like — blending ripe fruit, crushed leaves and warm milk into an intimate fragrance that lingers gently on the body.

The oil-to-milk formula transforms on contact with water, cleansing without stripping the skin while leaving the body hydrated, nourished and subtly scented. Formulated with plant-based oils including sunflower, grapeseed, avocado and castor oil, FIG MILK supports the skin barrier while delivering the sensorial depth of a luxury fragrance through both bath and shower.

Designed for those drawn to soft green scents, milky skin accords and understated intimacy, FIG MILK sits somewhere between fresh fig flesh, steamed milk and warm post-bath skin. Creamy without heaviness and sweet without excess, it works particularly well for slow mornings, evening baths and moments that call for softness, closeness and calm.

Massage onto wet skin in the bath or shower, allowing the oil to emulsify into a light cleansing milk before rinsing away. For a more immersive ritual, apply slowly across the body and let the steam release the scent’s creamy green warmth over time.

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In the final years of Cleopatra and Mark Antony, Rome trembled under the weight of ambition, betrayal and approaching civil war. The Roman Republic was fracturing. Its temples still stood, but faith in its political order was fading. Senators spoke of stability while armies prepared for conflict. Across the Mediterranean, people began searching for something beyond conquest and power.

Among them were the Priests of Isis — members of one of the ancient world’s most influential mystery cults. Originating in Egypt and spreading throughout the Greco-Roman world, the cult of Isis offered initiates healing, purification and spiritual rebirth. Her temples appeared across Alexandria, Delos, Pompeii and Rome, filled with incense smoke, sacred oils, flowing water and ritual devotion.

The priests of Isis were recognised by their shaved heads and linen garments, symbols of ritual purity. Ancient sources describe their ceremonies involving fasting, bathing, music, incense and elaborate rites of spiritual cleansing. Initiates often abstained from meat, wine and sex before entering sacred rituals, separating themselves from ordinary life in pursuit of clarity and transformation. They were not warriors or politicians, but caretakers of the soul — preserving beauty, ritual and stillness in a world increasingly consumed by conquest.

\n“For those who choose withdrawal over warfare.”

SAGE WATER imagines one such priest in the final days of Cleopatra’s world: Comarius. More legend than historical certainty, he is imagined through the real priesthoods of Isis that moved between Egypt, Greece and Rome during the collapse of the Republic. He serves Cleopatra’s court not through spectacle, but through ritual. Preparing oils. Lighting incense. Washing the body before burial. Interpreting silence as carefully as others interpret prophecy.

When Alexandria falls and Rome absorbs Egypt into empire, Comarius refuses assimilation. Rome offers power, order and survival, but he turns away from it all. Barefoot in the rain, he leaves the city behind. He walks silently across wet stone and through the gates of Rome, moving beyond monuments, politics and war. Into the dense forests that once surrounded the ancient city, he seeks another kind of existence instead: wet bark, moss-covered earth, smoke rising through trees after rainfall, cold water against skin.

He is not fleeing out of fear. He is withdrawing as an act of devotion. Refusing the theatre of power in favour of ritual, purification and inner peace. Some stories imagined men like him wandering between temples carrying only incense, linen and sacred oils. Others believed they disappeared entirely into forests and mountains, surrendering themselves to silence.

SAGE WATER is that atmosphere. A scent of petrichor, moss, salt and sacred woods. Clean but earthy. Meditative rather than ornamental. A fragrance for those who would rather disappear into forests, bathhouses and steam than compete for dominance. Rain on stone. Steam through cedarwood. The stillness that comes after the storm has passed.

FOUNDER’S NOTE

“I’ve always been drawn to petrichor, that strange, electric scent that rises from the earth after rain. It’s not pretty in a traditional way. It’s mineral, moody, almost holy, like something has been cleared. When I was creating SAGE WATER, I knew I didn’t want something too herbal, but I wanted to still capture the earth and the elements.

I always picture the character in the movie who stands in the warm rain, joyous and elated that they have crossed an emotional barrier. Petrichor captures the moment between chaos and calm. It smells like clarity. And right now, when everything feels overstimulated and overscented, that raw, rain-drenched silence feels powerful, even subversive.

This fragrance isn’t here to seduce. It’s here to help you find the quiet after the storm. I also reflected a lot on abstinence, and how when you need to purify yourself, you withdraw from certain foods, substances and sex. Most holy people are celibate and with the overt sensuality of the other fragrances, I wanted one story to feel pure - not virginal - but chastity by choice. What does it mean to walk away and retain your power?”

— Sharmadean Reid

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“Purification is not simply about removal. It is about returning to yourself.”

SAGE WATER is a fine fragrance cleansing shower oil designed for daily bathing rituals. Built around notes of petrichor, moss, salt, cedarwood, and patchouli, the scent is clean, mineral and deeply atmospheric — blending rain-soaked earth, cold stone and sacred woods into a fragrance that sits close to the skin.

The oil-to-milk formula transforms on contact with water, cleansing without stripping the skin while leaving the body hydrated, conditioned and softly scented. Formulated with plant-based oils including sunflower, grapeseed, avocado and castor oil, SAGE WATER supports the skin barrier while delivering the sensorial depth of a luxury fragrance through both bath and shower.

Designed for those drawn to earthy, watery and meditative scents, SAGE WATER sits somewhere between wet forest air, steam rising from stone and skin after cold water immersion. Fresh without feeling overly citrus or aquatic, it is particularly suited to post-gym showers, morning rituals, moments of overstimulation, or evenings that call for quiet, clarity and retreat.

Massage onto wet skin in the bath or shower, allowing the oil to emulsify into a light cleansing milk before rinsing away. For a more immersive ritual, apply slowly to the chest, shoulders and neck, allowing the steam to release the fragrance’s mineral, mossy depth over time.

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