Dominare Eau De Parfum

Deep forest-green concentrate in an emerald bottle so dark it looks black until the light hits it. A flacon heavy enough to feel like a verdict.

There are men who speak and the room listens. Then there are men who simply appear and the room obeys. Dominare is created for the second kind.

It enters without announcement: a cold blade of Italian bergamot and black pepper, instantly crushed by the weight of aged Laotian oud and smoked Mysore sandalwood. A single thread of saffron glows low, while vetiver and ebony form a base so dense it feels like polished marble underfoot. No sweetness. No compromise. Only absolute, quiet rule.

Wear it when the suit is midnight black, the table is walnut, and the only acceptable outcome is surrender, signed, sealed, and delivered before dessert.

Dominare does not negotiate. It dictates.

The impression left behind: A man who never needed to raise his voice, because the silence already belongs to him.

Power that needs no introduction.