My mother’s hands were magic. In our house, she taught me that perfume is memory—the amber resin she melted with Oud for Eid, the Sandal Oil she tucked into my wedding braid, the Frankincense with Sandalwood she burned to bless our door.

When her death scattered us like rose petals, I carried her mortar and pestle across oceans to spread her legancy. Sona Incenses is my love letter to her—every blend kneaded with her wisdom, every bottle filled with the warmth of her voice saying, "Scents outlive us, habibti. Make them beautiful."

For each one of you, i want you to experience the scent of love that I grew up with, to fill your home with our love’s scents of Sona