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In the presence of the heavy shade there are perfumes passing by and a string of perfume that settles. A string of, when it touches you ⁓ prepare yourself. Indian oud ⁓ opens like a heavy kebab on a dark hall ⁓ thick smoke, old incense, a silence with weight. Damascene rose does not come gentle, it comes loaded with dust and rain, as if a witness to accumulated times. Then the leathers enter. The smell of old saddles, abandoned libraries, unopened books. Layers of oud ⁓ Moroccan and Cambodian ⁓ slowly accumulate, wrapping around you like an inherited cloak. Wood upon wood, smoke carrying its threads intertwined. And you realize: whoever passes beside you ⁓ feels you. Whoever sits next to you ⁓ will remember you. Sulaala, not carried in haste. Sulaala, when you want to leave an impact, when you enter a place and inspire it with rhythm. Sulaala, not for everyone. Sulaala, chosen intentionally. The perfume composition: the top note is Indian oud. - Damascene rose. The heart of the perfume is luxurious leather. The base of the perfume is Moroccan oud - Cambodian woods. The overall character is a dark woody leathery scent, like a starless night. Everything revolves around the oud ⁓ raw, dense, that does not fade. The leathers give it mechanical durability, and the layers accumulate until it becomes your skin. Sulaala, does not pass by. Sulaala precedes you and keeps your place. For those who suit it. For those who are not afraid of heaviness. For those who do not see perfume as fleeting decoration, but as an extension of their personality. If you are looking for something light that pleases everyone ⁓ Sulaala is not for you. But if you know who you are and want a perfume with the same majesty ⁓ Sulaala is for you.