The Passing Between Liminal Planes - Nocturnal Immortal - Azman Perfumes - 2025, Julian Rasquinet

Danu Seith-Fyr
Sep 20
4 min read

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Azman Perfumes latest release Nocturnal Immortal takes us into new territory, the exploration of liminality and the blurring of boundaries, opening our senses to a limitless field. The edges of luminousity, the edges of rimmed darkness, the edges of the bounded soul, the edges of tinged sunsets, edges of transistion, the edges of breath, caught on the peripheral cries of first breath and the edge of final exhalation.

Nocturnal Immortal holds them all, it prowls like a sinued beast, coiled and ready to unfurl, it lures us in unsuspecting murmurings and before we know it, we are there on the threshold, hinged over a precipice where everything suddenly arrives in a rush of focused energy. Nocturnal Immortal is the invitation to reach beyond and behind ones outer reaches, to venture past the perfumed arena following the lure of the Siren’s call with the Muses breath on my shoulder. It is the perfume of the place where I meet my enduring self.

Here is its arrival, the shift of shadows in dwindling light, across a luminous vault, slowly almost imperceptibly, the transitioning of one state to another. Warm, enveloping edges of daylight tinged with traces of the imminent night, the dipping into twilight, vestiges of the day linger on in the melody of heated citrus and herbal exhalations. The Rosemary, used in historical context as the funerary herb and the herb of remembrance, touches on our essence, that which endures, those traces of us that linger through time. It also heralds in the liminality where we pass over our daily self into the personage that inhabits the night. Somehow we feel more sensitive, more powerful, more relaxed as night makes her entrance., more attuned to the dimming skies and closeting embrace that she brings. In those moments we are in a state of wonderment, an awe filled sensation of our existence and our yearning for permanence.

Dancing on those raw fringed edges of night, Nocturnal Immortal is a divested elegance, a disinhibition with its shoes kicked off, discarded stilettos and tie loosened after the formalities. Nocturnal Immortal is the feeling of resting in our truest skin, shifting and adjusting into its fit, like a pelt, smoothing out the wrinkles of our day to day existence. I am liberated, in this perfume’s pleats I discern the elements that I find in my still moments of writing, in the nights cocoon, the passage inbetween worlds where access to the subliminal (its in the word) is freed.

Shapeshifting we find ourselves surrounded with mythical and legendary essences aligned with life and death and the beyond, that soaring pediment immersed in lingering shadows and a cosmos of infinite lights, the place of the Muses, where inspiration is an untapped wellspring. The endless expanse where creation is born, our chance at Immortality, a piece of prose, an entire novel, a composition of notes to stir the soul, the artists brushstrokes, eternity resides there and this perfume is the scent of that place. Nocturnal Immortal evolves into a Juniper enfolded with a sun infused Immortelle, whispering her woven history over aeons, all the signposts reveal themselves in this combination of precious materails. A juxtaposition of light and the miniscus of night, the meeting of Muse and Artist, for it is within the nights darkened stilling that so many find their inspiration.

It is the quintessence of my yearnings to leave my mark, to etch something of note upon the skin of time, to write in the book of hours, eternity’s journal. Rose is effusive and permeated with full olfactory addiction, capturing perfectly the moment we scent her and fall imperceptibly into the eternal realms for a few moments. Her arrival in its evolution signals a moment pierced with awe. The beauty of this perfume, it is the unlocking, the dynamic lulling into our beginings and our endings and all that lies dormant in our possibilities, in its wearing , our skin is charged and our limits blur.

A deeply verdant and uplifting Fir Balsam and Lavandin waft through my senses, sharpenening and rendering them with a clarity unknown, divesting me of all unecessary obstacles, the path through the imaginary forest cleared. In this place, I am home, here is a perfected stillness where words cascade over me to be given form, here in this encapsulated Nocturnal Immortal I can write amongst the rising undulations of a Cistus Labdanum that is an irresitable pull to leave our mark, tapering into a warmth of familial repose with Hay absolute. I am beyond grateful to Husen Baba and Julien Rasquinet for refining and containing within this bottle the manner in which all creatives divest themselves of weighty, worldly concerns and find in this perfume the perfection of their inner worlds, the quest for immortality through their Art. Nocturnal Immortal is the cataylst for forays into the liminal, the expanse of all possibilities, touching our inviolable nature.