Ottoman Slap begins in Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar — a world of color, heat, and centuries-old trade. The air is thick with spices: velvet saffron, apple-bright cumin, dried roses warm as fresh wood, pink pepper cool and sharp. Walking through, you’re overwhelmed in the best way — architecture glowing with Ottoman detail, people from everywhere, mixtures you’ve never seen or smelled before. We wanted to bottle that shock, that beauty, that layered sensory chaos. Ottoman Slap is our record of that moment.

The name honors the Ottoman dynasty, the power that once shaped the Mediterranean. Istanbul — formerly Constantinople — was where Europe met Asia, where culture mixed, traded, and redefined itself. The perfume takes the name of the legendary Ottoman martial art: decisive, commanding, unforgettable. At its core is Turkey Rose from Isparta, the nation’s pride—edible petals, unmatched fragrance, nurtured in soil found nowhere else. This rose has carried status and meaning since the empire’s earliest days.