The Story of Takumi
It began as an obsession.
Not with perfume, but with the idea that something could be made so uncompromising, so deliberate, that it would stand apart in a market drowning in mediocracy.
For two years, I learned, unlearned, tore apart, and rebuilt. I worked with oils from England, Spain, and France - not to imitate, but to create something mine. Something worthy of its name: Takumi. A word for the artisan who refuses shortcuts, who builds with hands scarred by craft and a heart unwilling to settle.
This is SERIES ZERO. 100 bottles only. Each hand-assembled, wrapped in a box that feels like holding a fragment of rebellion itself. A scent that begins in light, fresh citrus and clean air, and dries down into shadow: smoky woods, dark vanilla, a mystery you carry for hours.
Takumi is not for everyone.
It’s for those who reject the easy, the borrowed, the average. For those who know luxury is not loud, but felt. Those who understand that identity is not given - it is forged.
This is my signature. My defiance. My Craft.