Caput Mundi is a time capsule, waiting to be worn. Crafted in honor of Rome, the “head of the world”. It unfolds like a silent pilgrimage through moonlit piazze and forgotten temples. It traverses. At first breath, Bulgarian rose and iris mingle with lily‑of‑the‑valley and Cabreuva wood, conjuring dawn’s fragile light against imperial stone. Then, saffron, Indian oud, sandalwood, patchouli, and orris root introduce a whispered complexity, warmth tempered by wisdom and shadow.
Finally, a base of ambergris, Cambodian oud, agarwood, cashmere wood, and cedar closes the journey, a smoky, amber‑rich echo that lingers like a prayer at dusk.
Wearing Caput Mundi is an act of inside‑out alchemy, you become both traveler and sanctuary, carrying Rome’s ancient resonance on your skin. The perfume does not announce itself; it radiates quietly, leaving a demonstration of depth that only reveals itself gradually.
Caput Mundi is a time capsule, waiting to be worn. Crafted in honor of Rome, the “head of the world”. It unfolds like a silent pilgrimage through moonlit piazze and forgotten temples. It traverses. At first breath, Bulgarian rose and iris mingle with lily‑of‑the‑valley and Cabreuva wood, conjuring dawn’s fragile light against imperial stone. Then, saffron, Indian oud, sandalwood, patchouli, and orris root introduce a whispered complexity, warmth tempered by wisdom and shadow.
Finally, a base of ambergris, Cambodian oud, agarwood, cashmere wood, and cedar closes the journey, a smoky, amber‑rich echo that lingers like a prayer at dusk.
Wearing Caput Mundi is an act of inside‑out alchemy, you become both traveler and sanctuary, carrying Rome’s ancient resonance on your skin. The perfume does not announce itself; it radiates quietly, leaving a demonstration of depth that only reveals itself gradually.
