Perfume was ours first.
Centuries before Grasse, the copper deg-bhapka stills of Kannauj were coaxing attar from monsoon earth and midnight jasmine. ĀTAR returns to those stills — same families, same fires — and bottles what they find.
Six flacons. No more.
We will never launch forty flankers. Each ĀTAR is blended for three years, tested through two Indian summers, and released only when the master perfumer signs the batch — by hand, on every box.
Raw, not refined away.
Our damask roses are picked before sunrise in Pushkar and distilled the same day. What you smell is the field, the hour, the season — not a molecule sheet.