Zhor Parfums

O.M.G. The Art of Astonishment.
There are moments that cannot be explained. Moments that arrive without warning, stealing your breath before a single word can be spoken. The only possible response is the one whispered by everyone who witnesses something unforgettable.
Oh. My. God.
O.M.G was created to capture that exact feeling. The thrill of the unexpected. The beauty of surprise. The confidence of someone who never enters a room unnoticed.
Its story begins with a vibrant spark. Rose blooms with radiant elegance while mandarin bursts with luminous energy, creating an opening that is fresh, joyful, and impossible to ignore. Like the first glance that instantly captures every eye, it announces itself with effortless confidence.
Then the fragrance reveals its irresistible heart. Jasmine and ylang-ylang unfold their timeless sensuality, while creamy coconut and luscious peach add an unexpected indulgence. Soft yet explosive, playful yet sophisticated, every note builds anticipation, inviting you to discover what comes next.
As the excitement settles, the memory remains. Precious woods provide structure and depth, while vanilla and musk melt into the skin with a warm, addictive embrace. What began as a surprise becomes an unforgettable signature, leaving behind a trail that lingers long after you’ve disappeared.
O.M.G is for those who believe that the most beautiful moments are the ones no one sees coming. For those who embrace attention, celebrate individuality, and turn every entrance into an occasion.
Because some fragrances are worn.
Others become a reaction.
One spray... and they’ll know exactly what to say.
O.M.G. The Art of Astonishment.

Ijlal. Royal Elegance.
There are names that command respect before a single word is spoken. Names that carry centuries of honor, dignity, and grace within their sound. Ijlal is one of them.
Meaning Your Highness in Arabic, Ijlal is a tribute to timeless nobility. It embodies the virtues long associated with royalty not merely power, but wisdom, refinement, and an unwavering sense of presence. It is a fragrance created for those who understand that true majesty never needs to announce itself.
The journey begins with a radiant procession of precious spices. Saffron unfolds its golden richness, ginger ignites a vibrant energy, and cinnamon adds warmth and intrigue. Together, they create an entrance worthy of a royal court, captivating from the very first moment.
At the heart of the fragrance lies its noble soul. Rose reveals its timeless elegance, while cypriol and leather add depth, character, and distinction. Amber glows softly beneath them, lending an aura of quiet luxury. Every note is carefully woven together, like the intricate details of a crown passed down through generations.
As the fragrance settles, its true grandeur emerges. Patchouli and sandalwood provide strength and sophistication, while musk and oakmoss create a lasting impression of confidence and prestige. The trail is rich yet balanced, commanding yet graceful, leaving behind an unmistakable aura of refinement.
Ijlal is not simply a fragrance. It is a statement of character. A reminder that elegance is not something one wears, but something one becomes.
For those who walk with dignity, lead with grace, and leave an impression long after they have gone.
One drop, and the throne is yours.
Ijlal. Royal Elegance.

Miran. The Essence of Milan.
There are cities that are visited, and there are cities that are lived. Cities that never stand still, where every street tells a story and every horizon points toward the future. Milan is one of them.
Inspired by the ancient Milanese dialect word for Milan, Miran is a tribute to the city that welcomed Zhor’s first flagship store. A city of elegance and innovation, where timeless heritage meets contemporary vision, and where beauty is not merely admired it is created.
The fragrance opens with a vibrant burst of orange and bergamot, illuminated by a luminous fruity accord. Like the first light reflecting against glass towers and historic facades, it captures the energy of a city awakening to endless possibilities.
At its heart lies the soul of Milan. Bulgarian rose brings refinement and sophistication, ylang-ylang adds a touch of modern sensuality, while patchouli and iris evoke the strength, culture, and enduring character of a city that has shaped fashion, design, and art for generations. Together, they create a harmony that is both elegant and dynamic, much like Milan itself.
As evening falls, the city reveals its quieter luxury. Vanilla softens the composition with understated warmth, amber glows like the golden lights reflected across the Navigli, while cedarwood and sandalwood provide depth, structure, and timeless distinction. The result is a fragrance that feels both contemporary and enduring, powerful yet effortlessly refined.
Miran is for those who are drawn to beauty with purpose, who appreciate craftsmanship, innovation, and the confidence that comes from knowing exactly who they are.
A tribute to a city that never stops dreaming, building, and inspiring.
One drop, and Milan is yours.
Miran. The Essence of Milan.

Afia. The Fire Within.
There is a flame that does not burn. A fire that illuminates without consuming, that warms without destroying. The ancients called it Afia, an Arabic word that carries two meanings within its soul: health and fire.
Afia was born from a paradox. The eternal dance between passion and peace, between the desire to conquer the world and the wisdom to find stillness within it. It is a fragrance that embraces both forces and transforms them into harmony.
Its journey begins with a breath of renewal. Lychee shimmers with vibrant sweetness, bergamot radiates pure light, while mastic and milk create a soft, comforting freshness. Together, they evoke the feeling of cleansing rain after a long season of heat, a moment of clarity before the fire awakens.
At its heart blooms a garden of contrasts. Rose unfolds its timeless elegance, jasmine reveals its luminous sensuality, osmanthus adds its velvety richness, and lily brings balance and grace. Powerful yet delicate, they mirror the complexity of the human spirit strong enough to endure, gentle enough to love.
As the fragrance deepens, its true soul emerges. Cypriol, oud, leather, patchouli, and amber ignite a warm and mesmerizing trail. The fire that once burned brightly now settles into glowing embers, radiating confidence, wisdom, and inner peace. It is a scent that seduces not through force, but through presence.
Afia is for those who live intensely, who understand that growth is born from challenge, and that true balance is often found in the space between opposing forces.
Powerful. Meditative. Unforgettable.
One drop, and the fire becomes yours.
Afia. The Fire Within.

Elysia. An Oasis of Serenity.
There is a place beyond time, hidden between dreams and memory, where every worry fades and every soul finds peace. The ancients called it Elysia, inspired by the Elysian Fields, the eternal paradise of Greek and Roman mythology.
It is a realm where sweetness drifts through the air like a gentle embrace. Powdered sugar sparkles like morning light upon untouched meadows, while caramel unfolds with a comforting warmth, inviting all who enter to leave their burdens behind. From the very first breath, Elysia feels familiar, as though it has always belonged to you.
At the heart of this enchanted sanctuary blooms a harmony of Bourbon vanilla and white orchid. Soft, luminous, and endlessly comforting, they weave together like cherished childhood memories and moments of pure happiness. Their delicate beauty fills the air with a sense of calm, wrapping the soul in quiet contentment.
As day gives way to dusk, a deeper serenity emerges. Musk settles gently upon the skin, vanilla seeds reveal their rich and velvety character, and benzoin glows with a warm, resinous softness. Together, they create a lasting trail that feels less like a fragrance and more like a refuge, a place to return to whenever the world grows too loud.
Elysia is more than a perfume. It is a sanctuary for the senses, a moment of peace carried with you wherever you go.
One drop, and paradise is within reach.
Elysia. An Oasis of Serenity.

Samà. The Freedom of the Sky.

There was a place beyond the mountains, beyond the deserts, beyond every road that had ever been traveled. A place where the earth touched the horizon and the sky seemed endless. The people called it Samà, the Arabic word for sky.

Every morning, as the first light appeared, the air filled with a radiant freshness. Clary sage danced upon the breeze, orange blossoms opened their delicate petals to the sun, and bitter orange sparkled like golden light across the horizon. It was the scent of possibility, the feeling of standing at the edge of the world with nothing above you but an infinite blue sky.

As the day unfolded, warm currents carried the fragrance of neroli, jasmine, and ylang-ylang through the air. They moved effortlessly, like summer winds gliding across open landscapes. Wrapped in the soft embrace of cashmeran, they created a sensation of pure serenity, as though time itself had slowed to match the rhythm of the clouds.

When evening arrived, the sky deepened into shades of gold and amber. Vanilla warmed the horizon, musk settled softly like twilight, and vetiver anchored the fragrance with quiet elegance. It was a reminder that true freedom is not only found in flight, but also in knowing exactly where you belong.

Samà is more than a fragrance. It is the feeling of open skies, endless horizons, and a spirit that cannot be confined.

One breath, and the sky is yours.

Samà. The Freedom of the Sky.

Once upon a time,
beyond the golden dunes and the hanging gardens, there was a kingdom no map had ever dared to draw. There ruled a princess whose name the wind whispered from petal to petal: Amira.
When Amira opened her eyes, the entire kingdom awakened with her.
The orchards came alive in an instant.
Nectarine peaches ripened, swollen with sunlight, almond trees released a shower of white blossoms, and from the lemons rose a sparkling zest, as fresh as laughter. This was how the princess announced the day, with an explosion of light and fertile earth, all the opulence of a world that belonged to her.
But the heart of her kingdom was not the throne. It was the garden. Behind walls of jasmine, Amira strolled each evening among Damascus roses, orange blossoms, and gardenias that bloomed only for her. Every flower offered her something. Jasmine gave her grace, the rose its timeless elegance, orange blossom its sweetness, and gardenia its mystery. Amira never picked a flower. The flowers bowed to her as she passed.
And when night fell, the princess returned to the hall of precious woods, where amber glowed like ancient honey and Bourbon vanilla warmed the air. It was there that she revealed her true nature. Not the fragility of someone waiting to be rescued, but the strength of a woman who never asks permission to reign. Musk wrapped everything in a profound sense of confidence. And when she left the hall, a trail remained behind her, invisible and irresistible, turning the heads of everyone who crossed her path.
Because Amira is not the princess waiting to be saved. She is the princess who saves herself, the one every woman carries within.
Today, her kingdom no longer lives only in legends. It lives in a bottle. One single drop, and the crown is yours.
Amira.
The Princess of Perfumes.

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