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Rabbit 60ml

Rabbit 60ml

£240.00 GBP
£240.00 GBP
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Carrot Cake Garnished with Dry Hay
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Fragrance Notes
Head Notes

Lime, Olibanum, Rhum Extract

Heart Notes

Lime, Olibanum, Rhum Extract

Base Notes

Virginia Cederwood, Cypriol Oil

ANDEVALO was born under the blazing sun of western Andalusia. A land shaped by heat and energy, where cistus shrubs exude a thick, resinous gum saturated with warmth and light.Resin, leather, and shadowed sweetness unfold together, guided by the memory of sun-soaked land and glowing embers. ANDEVALO is a fragrance of tension and sensuality. An intense, enveloping extrait de parfum: raw, textured, and deeply magnetic.

You’ve smelled perfume. But have you ever tasted the land it came from?

That’s what Nissaba delivers — not just a scent, but a journey across continents through raw, untamed ingredients. This isn’t mass-market fluff cooked up in a sterile lab. This is real. This is soil-under-your-fingernails, wild-harvested, straight-from-the-source storytelling bottled in scent.

Born from a deep respect for nature and culture, Nissaba partners directly with farmers and distillers in places like Madagascar, India, and Peru. No middlemen. No marketing gimmicks. Just pure, place-driven perfumery that honors both the land and the labor behind each drop.

You’re not just buying perfume — you’re backing a mission: ethical sourcing, zero waste, and the forgotten beauty of raw nature.

Each fragrance is a postcard from a far-off land… but instead of paper, it’s delivered in scent.

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About Rabbit 60ml

Tonight, the air is green with clover, hay,
and little clumps of grasses on the breeze,
unsettled dirt, the dusty mysteries
of rabbits tunnelling the dark. They stray
into the meadow, sniff the wind—bouquet
of violets. They hop in twos and threes,
their shadows cotton-tailed. Or else they freeze
when something feathered screeches far away.
They stand like tufted stones. But now the night
goes soft and jasmine-sweet again. A scent
of petals presses to their fur. There’s fruit
to eat. There is the skittering delight
of digging into earth, the sediment
of dreams perfumed with carrot-top and root.

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