Formerly Blód Av Dreki
When the last light dies and the air turns still, something older awakens.
Nocturne Infernal opens with a sharp burst of bergamot—bright, fleeting, and deceptive. Beneath it, Dragon’s Blood rises in force. Dark resin. Smoldering. Elemental. Its presence is immediate and unrelenting, filling the air with the unmistakable signature of fire and ritual.
Patchouli grounds the flame, earthy and ancient, while aged bourbon emerges beneath it all—warm, smoky, and deliberate. Together they form a scent that does not fade quietly, but lingers with authority.
This is not a fragrance of comfort.
It is a fragrance of transformation.
Nocturne Infernal is the moment darkness ignites.
