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Infinity by ELYON

40% pure oil. Aged 35 months.
Each accord in Infinity is drawn from the world’s most hidden sanctuaries , curated from harvests so limited, they vanish before they reach the public eye. A fragrance crafted not for the market, but for myth.

Rose

Moon-bloomed Damascena roses, hand-harvested from the terraced slopes of Northern Kashan, Iran, where access is restricted to a single permitted family estate. Petals are distilled into rosewater aged 17 years in Venetian copper urns, then sealed beneath embroidered cloth in cedar vaults. A floral core so rare, it is locked from commercial use and traded only through private perfumer guilds.

Oud (Woody)

Bhutanese juniper and Himalayan agarwood from a sacred monastic forest above 3,000 meters. These trees are never cut, only fallen wood is collected by prayer-led ritual. Aged for over 22 years in pressure-controlled Himalayan vaults, producing a soft resinous accord that breathes like ancient wind through prayer flags.

Warm Spicy

High-altitude Szechuan pepper harvested at midnight on Mount Emei, flame-roasted in pinewood ash beside temple gardens closed to the public since 1864. Each harvest yields just 1.8 kilos. The warmth it releases on skin is velvet-edged, long-burning, and unforgettable.

Amber

Lebanese ambergris, naturally aged over 45 years beneath the pink-sand cliffs of Tyre, fused with Siamese benzoin infused in gold-lacquered urns from Chiang Rai. This amber doesn’t announce itself, it glows from within. Subtle, imperial, eternal.

Fruity

Golden fig nectar and white raspberry skins harvested from an uninhabited island garden off the coast of Patmos, Greece, once used for priestly ceremonies. Fermented in volcanic oil for 29 months, yielding a richness so intense it can only be used in trace.

Sweet

Single-stigma Persian saffron handpicked from a desert sinkhole east of Yazd, then submerged in glacier meltwater for 7 nights and filtered through volcanic ash. Paired with Tahitian vanilla orchids aged in hinoki wood oil, the sweetness is luminous, not sugared, but sacred.

Floral

First-bloom orchid petals, Nile jasmine, and wild tuberose pressed in ivory glass under imperial Viennese domes. The extraction is performed only during spring solstice and limited to 2.4 liters per year. It wears like silk spun from moonlight.

Metallic

Volcanic soil distillate from Mount Etna fused with pressed balsam from the Amazon’s decade-aged Mezilaurus trees. A mineral gleam travels beneath the florals, subtle, glistening, ancient. A trace of sacred stone warmed by sun.

Leather (Animalic-Musk interpretation)

White musk drawn from Madagascar’s Tsingy canyons, aged in goat-skin parchment lined with cedar bark and ambergris powder. Though leather is never used, the result leaves the sensation of worn suede over bare skin, soft, intimate, haunting.

HIMEROS by ELYON

40% pure oil. 35-month aged.
A fragrance born not from inspiration, but from intoxication.
Crafted from the darkest and most forbidden raw ingredients on Earth, Himeros is a study in primal seduction. Every drop is history, danger, and hunger bottled.

Oud

Wild-harvested agarwood from the monsoon-buried groves of Western Kalimantan, one of the last remaining zones where oud trees are allowed to grow undisturbed. Infected naturally over decades, each log is aged 28 years in volcanic stone chambers before distillation. Its resin is thick, dark, and violently rich. Less than 3 kilos are produced per decade, priced beyond gold.

Leather

A phantom accord drawn from Ethiopian myrrh, blackened castoreum, and oak-aged labdanum resin, cured in wild tobacco barrels and aged for 12 years in sealed goatskin-lined cedar drums. The result is a leather so supple, so intimate, it wears like the memory of bare skin beneath armor.

Tobacco

Hand-cut tobacco leaves from the rain-soaked valleys of Pinar del Río, Cuba, dried in sun-bleached barns and infused with Haitian tonka, then aged in charred rum barrels for 7 years. The aroma is dark, spiced, fermented, a scent that curls in the air like a whispered secret.

Animalic

Ambergris recovered from shipwreck-salvaged drift near the Falkland coast, fused with Siberian castoreum and trace civet, all ethically sourced under strict perfumer trade supervision. These oils are aged 31 years in oxidized copper urns. Worn in trace, they ignite instinct. Worn boldly, they devour.

Aromatic

Wild immortelle flowers from the dry cliffs of Corsica, steam-distilled in ancient glass stills by a single lineage of perfumer monks. Combined with cracked basil and absinthe oil from the outskirts of Provence, the note is herbal, bitter, narcotic, like dusk in a forgotten chapel.

Woody

Battola wood and smoked guaiac from a protected temple reserve in Java, logs that fell naturally, untouched for decades. Aged in humid prayer halls for 15 years before use. The scent is charred, resinous, haunting, like incense that’s never fully gone out.

Sweet

Burnt vanilla pods from Madagascar, folded into smoked tonka and molasses-soaked date pulp, then aged in clay vessels buried beneath the Sahara. This is not a gourmand sweetness. It is thick, dark, addictive, like honey poured over fire.

Earthy

Volcanic soil extract from Mount Batur, Bali, pressed with mushroom mycelium and mineral amber in oak cones aged for 22 years. The aroma is grounding, almost primal. It clings to skin like ash, like sweat, like history.

Smoky

Cedar smoke, oud ash, and scorched resin dust, collected from ritual braziers used in abandoned mountain shrines of Anatolia. Stored in iron vessels sealed with beeswax for two decades. This note moves, it doesn’t sit. It travels. It haunts.

Aria by Elyon — A Fragrance Composed in Time

Aria unveils a grand tapestry of 21 sacred notes, each sourced from forgotten geographies, aged in silence, and crafted to astonish even the most jaded collector. No shortcuts. No dilution. Just rarity, ritual, and reverence.

Spiced Floral Core

Baie Rose, Clove, Nutmeg, Cinnamon, Ginger

A five-spice constellation: pink pepper from volcanic Réunion, Zanzibar clove aged in sealed rosewood, Sri Lankan cinnamon bark sun-cured in palmleaf, ginger root flash-dried in volcanic ash, and whole nutmeg from Java — each spice matured separately, then folded into silk. The result is fire with control. A golden, spiced architecture that crackles softly, like embers wrapped in velvet.

Crowned White Florals

Jasmine Sambac, Neroli, Carnation

Jasmine plucked at 3:00 a.m. in Tamil Nadu, before its soul is lost to heat. Neroli steam-distilled from the first orange blossoms of Nabeul. Carnation petals infused in bergamot oil for 5 days before distillation — giving the note its elegant, peppered backbone. These aren’t florals — they’re shadows of memory, pressed into gold.

Resinous Mysticism

Elemi, Myrrh, Labdanum

Elemi resin tapped under moonlight in northern Luzon and sealed in cedar. Ethiopian myrrh aged for 9 years in carved olivewood. Labdanum, dried on linen in the wind-scorched cliffs of Crete, then folded into Aria like sacred smoke. This is the scent of ancient pages, of prayers without words.

Velvet Woods

Sandalwood, Cedar, Patchouli, Papyrus

Vintage Mysore sandalwood from pre-ban Indian stock. Himalayan pink cedar, cut during the winter solstice. Indonesian patchouli leaves air-dried in woven jute sacks for five summers. And Nile-grown papyrus, soaked in black tea and smoke-dried in copper drums. This is Aria’s spine — dry, creamy, worn like antique leather bound in silk.

Sacred Sweetness

Vanilla, Tonka Bean

Tahitian vanilla beans, hand-split and macerated in Japanese hinoki oil for 120 days. Venezuelan tonka beans sun-roasted over volcanic stone. This is not confection — it’s warmth, whispered in gold. The edge of a memory. The skin of a poem.

Mineral Musk & Shadow

White Musk, Cashmeran, Vetiver, Oakmoss

A veil of clean white musk, harmonized with French amber oil and fine-milled cashmeran — polished like ivory. Haitian vetiver, aged 11 years in ironwood barrels. Oakmoss gathered only after rainfall, pressed from fallen bark. The trail Aria leaves is not loud. It lingers. On skin. On silk. On soul.