Imperial Damascus Rose CN 3ml (Low Temperature Hydrodistilled)

Some flowers bloom not merely from soil and sunlight, but from legend. It is said that this rare rose — a Rosa Damascena of Chinese soil — traces its origins to a tribute once given to the Qing court, where its seeds were sown in secret gardens shaded by palace eaves. Whether truth or tale, we could only smile and nod, for the scent speaks louder than history ever could. Tended lovingly by a retired gentleman gardener — and the many gentle hands of grandmothers beguiled by his warmth — this rose is a living testament to patience, affection, and reverence.

Grown at a latitude between Damascus and Taif, on rich, untreated Chinese land, this cultivar bears a Chinese surname in its official registry — a marriage of East and West in petaled form. Formerly destined for premium rosebud tea, these blooms are now left to fully flower, capturing the soul of the rose just before its final sigh — then swiftly gathered and tenderly hydro-distilled under low heat.

The process is punishing: over two vats of petals yield only a whisper of essential oil. A ton of hydrosol for mere hundreds of grams of golden essence — yet this is the price of true beauty. The outcome?
Breathtaking.
Not merely rose, but the memory of rose: shimmering, scintillating, clean, tender yet commanding. A single drop is a portal — to mist-wrapped hills, to still courtyards after rain, to the deep breath taken before poetry is spoken aloud.

Let it not be mistaken — this is no competitor in the perfumer's arena of inflated prices and self-congratulatory scarcity. This rose  holds its weight against the roses of other continents. We just work our quiet and passion driven ways to find the rarest and best botanicals we can get our hands on, and in the light of love and efforts of many of our partners and collaborators to turn them into quality products, priced sustainably with accessibility as our main intention, not profiteering. Our intention is not to dazzle, but to touch — to make the extraordinary accessible, and never to hoard beauty behind gilded locks.

Imperial Damascus CN is a rose that wears no crown yet reigns with elegance. Let it scent your pillow like a love letter, trace your wrist like a secret, rest behind your ear like a promise. Layer it upon sandalwood, oud, or nothing at all — it stands, luminous, on its own. I feel that this is the rose that lingers like a memory and heals like a dream. "天香夜染衣 Heavenly fragrance lingering upon one's robe through the night."