LE DEBUT
A beginning is a dialogue, an exchange. I'm interested in creating things that engage with my peers, with specific subcultures, and with narratives that use the representation of the body and its transformation as a fundamental drive for spontaneous impulse.
©OBANDO PARFUMS is more about concepts and atmospheres regarding how one builds a genderless perfume house. I believe one can open up a conversation by acknowledging that people want to see ideas that are personal, informed, but not pretentious, and ultimately reflecting subtle things to express something important, Apotheosic, and Continental.
THE HOUSE
conceived over the span of Six years, ©oBANDO PARFUMS embodies the result of the coalescence of ideas that integrates my artistic portfolio with the freedom to work with the best ingredients, endorsing Art direction, functional craftsmanship and modern perfumery techniques.
APOTHEOSIS
The highest point of this research, is the house's debut scent: an olfactory shock of Oud Absolute, recontextualized with the unrivaled force of amber and leather, bonded with the carnal immoderation of La Rose Bulgare.
Enthralling, ineffable, and designed to recalibrate traditional compositions and old beliefs, where, for some, a perfume assumes a purely cosmetic function; instead, I want to defy the perceptions of what’s feminine and masculine, day and night, as well as culture in all its variety and complexity.
THE SCENTS
With the sense that not only does a scent have to engage and seduce but also reflect the presence of the person wearing it, It's not good enough anymore to just create a beautiful perfume. It's about coming up with work that can express perspectives with multiple layers of meaning, none tinged with nostalgia, but rather a mirror held up to its time.
ENTRE LA PLAYA Y EL CIELO
El mar y su galope entre las espumas, su cuerpo acaricia con el agite y el ardor del sol. El retumbar crisol de su voz es como una rosa inmortal, como una sirena coronada en el amanecer con pasión arterial de navegar.
El mar y su tambor, el susurro de su ímpetu nocturno, su aroma a sal y sudor, su donaire apresurado por los pulsos de sus olas y el llevar en sus manos el corazón.
El sentir de su cantar va en su entraña viril de pescador, jubiloso sobre la llanura y delineando sus orillas de cristal. Sin hazaña, bajo la luna clara y leal, el mar se duerme viendo el horizonte fragante tendido en el umbral.
