Time does not move here. It settles. Zaman is drawn from the world of Mohammad Zaman — painter of the Safavid court, a man who worked between civilisations, between centuries. His paintings hold a particular stillness. Light from an unseen source. Colour that has not faded. This fragrance does not recreate that world. It enters the feeling of it. Warm saffron opens slowly, without announcement. Resins gather beneath — amber, labdanum — the kind of depth that forms over generations, not hours. Aged woods carry the scent forward: oud, sandalwood, quiet and unhurried. Honey traces the dry-down, soft enough to feel personal. Rich in character. Never loud. Zaman wears close to skin, intimate in the way that only depth allows. Unisex. Timeless. A moment of stillness in a world that rarely offers one.