
DIO SANTO
DIO SANTO by MAQUEDA
The olfactory display of public suffering and private collapse.
A sacred figure reduced to flesh.
Sweetness bruised.
Purity mocked.
It opens with the sharp brightness of orangeāonce radiant, now overripeācolliding with salt, skin, and heat as his sweat drips in humiliation. He is wounded. The fragrance turns intimate and uncomfortable: sweat, metal, and the quiet weight of being seen when you wish not to be.
This is not redemption.
It is the moment before it.
Part of the Capsule Collection.
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From The Perfumer:
**All of the brand's fragrances, are recommended to use on clothing since there are high concentrations of raw materialĀ in some,Ā of the highest quality, which could cause some allergic reactions.
This generosity in raw material concentration is necessary to mimic the concepts of olfactory saturation at the first stage of their tolerability.
Safe travels.
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DIO SANTO
DIO SANTO by MAQUEDA
The olfactory display of public suffering and private collapse.
A sacred figure reduced to flesh.
Sweetness bruised.
Purity mocked.
It opens with the sharp brightness of orangeāonce radiant, now overripeācolliding with salt, skin, and heat as his sweat drips in humiliation. He is wounded. The fragrance turns intimate and uncomfortable: sweat, metal, and the quiet weight of being seen when you wish not to be.
This is not redemption.
It is the moment before it.
Part of the Capsule Collection.
Ā
Ā
From The Perfumer:
**All of the brand's fragrances, are recommended to use on clothing since there are high concentrations of raw materialĀ in some,Ā of the highest quality, which could cause some allergic reactions.
This generosity in raw material concentration is necessary to mimic the concepts of olfactory saturation at the first stage of their tolerability.
Safe travels.
Maqueda
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DIO SANTO by MAQUEDA
The olfactory display of public suffering and private collapse.
A sacred figure reduced to flesh.
Sweetness bruised.
Purity mocked.
It opens with the sharp brightness of orangeāonce radiant, now overripeācolliding with salt, skin, and heat as his sweat drips in humiliation. He is wounded. The fragrance turns intimate and uncomfortable: sweat, metal, and the quiet weight of being seen when you wish not to be.
This is not redemption.
It is the moment before it.
Part of the Capsule Collection.
Ā
Ā
From The Perfumer:







