An Najwa - Ghaliyah Banu Hashim
The beauty of this is humbling. Just such profound depth to this attar. I don’t know that I’ve ever smelled something that is so immediately perfect for me. That osmanthus burst in the opening and the little lactic puff of oud before the overwhelming wave of musky perfection pulls the whole horizon up close. I absolutely adore osmanthus but I’ve never smelled it used so perfectly and seamlessly. It’s never isolated here except in that initial opening blast, but it makes its presence known far, far in the background, supporting the musk that is the unquestioned star here with the way it transforms all that it touches. I’m a little in awe of this. It smells important, but not stuffy or stern. Regal, but not separate or apart. It smells ennobling. Uplifting. It makes the heart important. It makes the inner soul the king.