Kajal Ruby: Fire That Wears a Crown
Written by Ally Santos
I first encountered Ruby by Kajal at Esxence 2025 in Milan—amid the whirlwind of incense, ouds, and florals, this one emerged like a red thread pulled through silk. It was love at first sniff. There was an undeniable allure, something that felt both familiar and entirely unexpected. I sprayed it once, and it stayed with me the rest of the day—haunting, glowing, unforgettable.
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There’s something about Ruby that doesn’t just arrive on the skin—it settles into you, like a memory you can’t place but don’t want to forget. It glows slowly, like the ember of something once molten and still alive. The moment it touches air, the world shifts—cinnamon curls upward, cardamom flickers, and bergamot flares like sunlight cutting through velvet.
And then there’s the cherry—but not the syrupy, candy-coated kind you’ve smelled a thousand times. This cherry is dark and velvety, almost wine-soaked. It adds a sultry juiciness without tipping into sweetness, deepening the fragrance rather than brightening it. It smolders instead of sparkles. It seduces in low light.
This is not a shy perfume. Ruby wears its name like a title—regal, scarlet, proud.
The scent deepens, and so does its story. Rose blooms in the heat, not delicate but bold, like a voice raised in song. There’s something in the way the tonka folds into patchouli, and how amber anchors everything in warmth, that feels like silk layered over skin. The oud hums beneath it all—a dark, grounding note that never overwhelms, only intensifies.
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Crafted by a perfumer from EPS Fragrances, Ruby carries a signature that feels both refined and instinctual. There’s precision here, yes—but also a freedom, a willingness to lean into emotion, to let the fragrance speak in its own language. That duality—that balance between control and abandon—is what makes Ruby unforgettable.
It’s not a fragrance you wear lightly. It chooses you as much as you choose it. It’s for the days when you feel powerful and the nights when you need to remember that you are.
Ruby doesn’t ask for attention. It commands it, quietly.
With grace.
With fire.