Long ago, beneath the velvet skies of ancient Mesopotamia, where the stars whispered secrets and the rivers carried the voices of the gods, there lived a woman cloaked in mystery and magic. Her name was Tapputi- a name carried on the winds, etched in clay, and woven into legend.

She was no ordinary woman. Within the gilded walls of the Babylonian palace, around 1200 BCE, Tapputi held a sacred role as royal perfumer and high chemist. Yet, behind her calm gaze burned a soul alight with ancient knowledge.

She spoke the forgotten language of flowers and understood he silent weeping of resins. With a mortar carved from moonstone and a still kissed by firelight, she conjured perfumes not just of scent - but of spirit.

She created fragrances to stir.  Roses for  memory, myrrh for protection, cedarwood for strength. 

Tapputi would walk through moonlit gardens collecting petals that opened only at midnight, whispering prayers to the winds, and watching the stars for guidance.

Her laboratory shimmered with energies unseen where oils and water danced under her touch and distillations bloomed.

Tapputi was the first, The first to record, to blend, to distil- to know that perfume was more than pleasure. It was power. It was prayer. It was presence. 

And though centuries have passed, her essence lingers in every bottle that dares to hold more than fragrance. She calls to those who seek, not just to smell beautiful, but to become unforgettable.

Awaken your senses, connect with your inner royalty, and wear perfume the way Tapputi envisioned - with purpose, beauty, and passion.