The Luxury of a Trade Master
In the 1340s, beneath the starlit haze of Deir al-Balah, Bedouin trader Ibn al-Najm bartered rare oud and ambergris by the flicker of a lamp. His tales—of mocha sands and embered nights—wove a legacy of desert mystique. Night Lamp captures that vigil, a fragrance born of ancient trade and timeless allure.
Beneath a canopy of stars, Night Lamp unfurls the scent of a palm-fringed city on the desert’s brink. Javanese vetiver casts a smoky, green glow—its profound, enveloping richness softened by intoxicating vanilla whispers. Peru balsam’s resinous smoke and tonka bean’s velvet praline weave a sultry depth, while Night Queen’s floral bloom pierces through dry woods. As it settles, a grey amber’s cinders fade across the skin, their final warmth swept by winds into dawn’s chill—as if a sirocco has dusted the lamp’s embers with pale sand. A fine ashen trace lingers—a ghostly echo of a fire’s last breath under the starlit haze.
