Bonded

Woody. Boozy. Warm Amber.

I built Bonded around an image: oakmoss steeped in a vial of whisky, the liquid darkened with age, its surface catching the last light of day. The accord wasn’t just “whiskey-sweet” it had to carry the weight of charred oak barrels, the dryness of well-worn leather, the glow of amber in the glass. No vanilla fog, no candy glaze. This was bourbon stripped of cliché, standing tall in the company of moss, tobacco, and the resinous depth of Vietnamese agarwood.

It came together slowly, over months, each trial chasing that razor’s edge between richness and restraint. The moss grounds it, keeps the boozy warmth from tipping into gourmand. Tobacco adds body; agarwood adds gravity. What emerges is an ambered cocktail of masculine woods, seamless and self-assured; the kind of scent that doesn’t have to ask for your attention because it already has it.

For me, Bonded isn’t just a fragrance. It’s the quiet confidence of a heavy oak table, a crystal glass in hand, the night outside held at bay. A meeting of earth and spirit, moss and malt; warm, sophisticated, and intriguing.

Fragrance notes: Bourbon Whiskey, Oakmoss, Vietnamese Agarwood, Tobacco.