Notes
Top:
Grapefruit · Bergamot · Ginger · Juniper Berries,
Heart:
Green Tea · Sandalwood · Cardamom CO₂ Olibanum Serrata EO ·
Omani Olibanum Sacra CO₂
Base:
Ambergris · Cedarwood · Cashmeran · Patchouli · Agarwood (Oud) · Siberian Fir CO₂ · Choya Nakh · Sea Notes · Sea Salt
⚡ ELECTRIC FUMO (SPARK)
A Storm, Captured
It is the scent of lightning striking a seashell, an instant hit of raw energy,
Electric Fumo is my obsession with nature at its most violent and beautiful, the exact moment a storm breaks over the ocean, when lightning splits the sky and the sea answers back with salt, smoke, and electricity.
It opens sharp and alive. Grapefruit, bergamot, ginger, and juniper berries crack through the air like charged wind,
aromatic, citrus is bright, and almost has a metallic nuance, There’s a cold freshness here, the feeling of exploring on the rocks as the first rain hits salt covered skin.
As the fragrance unfolds, the heart becomes layered and deeply textural.
Green Tea brings a calm stillness, that quiet pause inside the storm, while cardamom hums warm and spicy beneath it. Sandalwood smooths the edges, grounding the composition in creamy wood.
Then comes olibanum serrata EO + the Co2 of the Frankincense Oman, Its sacred, rich, and resinous, lifting the scent into something almost spiritual, like smoke carried upward by wind.
At the core of Electric Fumo is fire.
Choya Nakh, created through destructive distillation, is one of perfumery’s most brutal and beautiful materials. Shells burned until they surrender their soul, smoky, mineral, almost fossil-like.
This is where the fragrance turns photorealistic: scorched seashells, wet stone, drifting smoke after lightning strikes the shore.
The base is where the ocean truly lives. Ambergris brings animalic salt and warmth to skin. Cedarwood gives structure, cashmeran wraps everything in a musky, electric haze, Cambodian oud, anchors the storm to earth. The Siberian Fir CO₂ deepens the shadows, while watery sea notes keep the composition raw and alive.
Electric Fumo doesn’t smell like a fantasy.
It smells real.
A living ocean storm, captured in a scent, crackling with energy, still eternal long after the lightning fades.