Russian Collection of Fragrances

A perfume world where every scent breathes the mystery of northern forests, imperial palaces and forgotten estates. Here cedar speaks the language of pine forests under an icy sky, and the cherry orchard keeps memories of secret dates. St. Petersburg twilights come alive in marble chords.
These are scents woven from the Russian soul, its melancholy, grandeur and mysterious beauty.

Here the mysterious bitterness of wormwood intertwines with sweet anise, enlivened by a citrus spark of orange, a floral picture with jasmine, lily of the valley and rose. They unfold in a velvety, almost hypnotic depth and end their sound with powdery tuberose.

An evening at the estate, when the cherry orchard fills with a red glow. Juicy, slightly tart cherry, as if freshly squeezed into a silver cup, mixes with the aroma of almond liqueur. But behind this sweetness lies a mystery. Where bitter almond, like a slight warning, reminds that in a Russian fairy tale even the most magical garden keeps a secret. The scent of jasmine and rose flowers comes from open windows, blooming mixed with memories. Vanilla, sandalwood and amber envelop you like a warm silk scarf on your shoulders on a cool evening.

Late autumn in an old apple orchard. With the first breath, you hear the aroma of a ripe apple, just picked from the branch. This fruit freshness is dense, rich, like the morning fog over the dew. Then the garden invites you deeper. Where underfoot is a soft carpet of oak moss, and in the air is a warm amber aroma of brandy aged in oak barrels somewhere in the estate's cellar. Nearby, slender cedars, planted along the alley a hundred years ago, stand majestically. Their woody coolness restrains the sweetness, adding severity and nobility.

This scent is not just a fruity-woody composition. It is like a sip of a memory, warmed from the inside.

It is the moment when a ray of sunlight, breaking through the dusty window of the Winter Palace, touches the crystal chandelier in the Golden Drawing Room. The air is saturated with the warm glow of amber. The floral notes are majestic, like the paintings on the ceiling. The oriental depth sounds like the echo of footsteps on the marble halls.

Incandescent Crystal is the scent of a mystery clothed in luxury.

Fresh bergamot and spicy cinnamon fill the narrow streets with their alluring scent, like the morning wind from the Neva running along the parapets of the Palace Embankment. In the heart of the perfume composition, jasmine blooms near wrought-iron balconies, lavender and geranium bloom in tubs on the windows of old apartment buildings. In the trail, you can hear the spirit of the city itself. After all, oud and white musk — the cold and purity of the marble halls of the Hermitage.

White Marble is the personification of St. Petersburg, where luxury is always restrained, and beauty always has a hint of mystery.

This is the scent of the corridors of the Winter Palace, where citrus freshness prevails over the severity of cedar and fougère green. It shines with purity, but is not without depth. A complex, multifaceted, elegant and restrained fragrance.

Here is the freshness of the morning in the imperial gardens. A fruity spark meets a woody base with a touch of cold greenery.

Shines like the morning sun on the frosts of St. Petersburg. The top notes of juicy mandarin with bergamot burst in like a flash of light, turning into the floral petals of rose, complemented by the aroma of raspberry and iris. Warm and enveloping brown sugar, sandalwood and amber warm you in the cold winter of St. Petersburg.

Like the breath of a dense forest, where juicy fruit freshness meets the green darkness under the canopy of age-old trees. Oriental resinous notes unfold slowly, like dusk under the crowns of age-old pines. The scent absorbs all the power of conifers, leaving on the skin a trace of the invisible but tangible power of the forest.

From the first notes you are enveloped by coniferous freshness. It seems to ring with cold greenery, reflecting in the needles. And in this strict forest air, gardenia unexpectedly blooms. Its aroma is warm, almost tropical, like a memory of the south, and disappears in the bloom of clover and peony. Their tenderness softens the harshness of the surrounding world, but does not disturb its silence. Cedar and sandalwood, saturated with damp coolness, are enveloped in clean white musk, like fog enveloping the trunks at dawn.

Cold Wood — the breath of a northern forest at the hour when the fog has not yet cleared and the sun has barely touched the tops of the firs.

Imagine a night in a pine forest under an icy sky. The first breath of freshness opens with citrus notes, which are shaded by the coolness of noble lavender and transparent lily of the valley. They are like dew on the morning grass. The forest is surrounded by the aromas of dark cedar and sandalwood, warmed by warm amber and musk.

The morning freshness meets you, where the aroma of juicy bergamot and sweet mandarin play in the sun's rays breaking through the crowns. Then the forest aromas acquire the cool notes of jasmine and violet, as if you are hiding in a cool shade. Where the smell of oak moss with amber resin is preserved.

Russian Collection is not just a perfume line. It is a dialogue between nature and culture, between the past and the future. Each fragrance is a story, and you are the main character in it.