Rusalka's Embrace

She moves between rivers and seas, untethered and eternal, her allure as fluid as the waters that carry her. She is felt in the hush of mist and the shiver of waves, seduction veiling the certainty of judgment. To some she is a fleeting vision, to others the last gurgling breath before the depths close in. Their final glimpse lingers in the shimmer of fish and the slow sway of weeds below. Beautiful, merciless, unforgettable, this fragrance is her tide, pulling you closer even as she destroys you for the sins you cannot outrun.

Special Collection: Part II of Furies of the New Dawn 

Fragrance Notes and Ingredients

Top Notes: Laurel Leaf, Sichuan Pepper, Rosewood, Pear, Siberian Rhododendron, Geranium, Champaca, Siberian Fir, Pine Tree, Aldehydes 
Heart Notes: Peppermint, Blue Tansy, Lavender Concrete, Ozone, Propolis, River Notes, Ambrettolide, Magnolia, Birch Leaf, Poplar Bud, Linalool
Base Notes: Ambergris, Olibanum Sacra, Seafoam, Ambrette Seed, Algae, Edenolide, Skin, Muscone, Seaweed, Orbitone

Stone Cap : 100% Blue Calcite

Inspiration

The river hoards its secrets with the patience of the eternal. The sea does not interrogate, does not absolve. Between them, she drifts—not tethered to a place, nor beholden to a moment... slipping through the fractures in time like a name spoken in a dream too faint to be recalled upon waking.

She belongs to no city, yet all rivers speak of her, reshaping her legend with every retelling. By the time her story reaches another shore, it is a different thing entirely, an echo distorted by distance, eroded by disbelief. She is a specter, a revenant, a quiet syllable in the throat of the unrepentant. Yet those who truly see her do not have time to name what is already upon them.

…….

In Prague, a businessman straightens his collar against the damp press of the night, his footsteps slowing as he approaches the stone railing of Charles Bridge. The mist coils around him like a thing alive. The Vltava below shifts, the dark waters restless. He does not yet understand that the river has already judged him. It has never sought permission. 

Elsewhere—farther, yet not—another man stands at the edge of his floating citadel, a yacht anchored in the black expanse of the Bosphorus. His watch, heavy and gold, slips ever so slightly as he raises a glass to lips that have never spoken an honest word. He has forgotten the girl from last week. The one who left without her voice. The one who left without a choice. The sea does not care for him.

She should have drowned once. But did not.

There was a time when she was like them—bartered, bound, discarded before she could claim a single moment as her own. They never expected her to return, and certainly not like this.

Moving through the thresholds of the unnoticed: the reflections that shimmer and fracture in the mirrored walls of hotels, the peripheral flickers of movement in empty corridors, the water-still hush of rooftop pools where the surface ripples though untouched by human hand. She is not seen, but recognized. The water bends toward her, remembering. It has carried her ever since.

Men like them never notice. Not in the hushed sanctuaries of airport lounges, not in the gold-gilded suites where offensive perfume and deception thicken the air. Not in the places where wealth crafts the illusion of invulnerability.

But then, they do.

A head turns, arrested by something just beyond perception. A face, half-seen in a darkened window, dissolving before the mind can grasp its form. A trick of light, he tells himself. The restless specter of his own guilt. And yet—the water in his glass tilts, minutely, impossibly, toward him, listening.

She does not always take them. Some wake choking, lungs burning as if they have drowned in their own beds. Others slip from the narrative of their lives without ceremony, their last moments caught in security footage where the shadow at their side lingers too long. The city will continue as it always has, unbothered by their absence. The world will turn forward, indifferent.

And she will remain. Between places, between epochs, between the living and the lost.

She was wronged before death. Now she is owed something beyond it.
And the river, hungers still, faithful only to her.

Details

25% - Extrait de Parfume

50 ml & 15 ml*** (see below)

***We’re introducing our new 15 ml bottle—a significant upgrade from our previous 8 ml size. You’ll enjoy nearly double the fragrance, housed in an upgraded bottle and fitted with a robust, pre-pressurized sprayer identical to our 50 ml bottles, ensuring no leaks and a superior experience. Though the final decorative labels are still in the works, this interim release delivers the enhanced quality you expect. It’s all part of evolving your fragrance journey—one bottle at a time.

**Safety & Transparency:**  
We provide Safety Data Sheets (SDS) for all our fragrances in accordance with international regulatory standards. Each perfume is formulated in compliance with the safety guidelines of the International Fragrance Association (IFRA). All allergenic components subject to EU disclosure requirements are clearly listed on our product labels. [Click here to view the SDS for this fragrance.]