King Cobra

In this forest, the predator becomes prey with a flick of a tail. ZOOLOGIST King Cobra smells of poisonous greenery, damp earth, and the cool skin of a snake that has just risen from the moss.

Petitgrain, mandarin, fig leaf, and pomelo open the composition bitter and green. Camphor and a cannabis accord release a narcotic, almost medicinal coolness through the citruses.

Black tea and cumin then thicken the air, while leather provides body. The soil accord is not dry dust; it is damp and dark, like a forest floor where the prey's trail suddenly ends.

Prin Lomros builds the story around a cobra that hunts, makes a mistake, and finds itself before an even larger king. Dominance here is not an abstract idea, but a threat felt in every camphoraceous breath.

Incense, amber, moss, patchouli, and vetiver later close the fragrance in a heavy, smoky circle. The green leather dries, and the earth remains clinging to the base.

King Cobra is not a tame green perfume. It is cannabis, camphor, and black tea over damp earth, leather, and incense — the moment when another's hood spreads over the hunter.