A name whispered in the wind, born from a flower that blooms only once under a desert moon.
In the forgotten oasis of ancient Arabia, there was a flower so rare, it bloomed just once in a lifetime — its petals kissed by starlight, its scent carried across dunes by the breath of night. That flower had no name… until now.
nufaar
/nuː-fɑːr/
نوفار
Nufaar is more than a name — it is an essence. It speaks of mystery, rebirth, and beauty beyond time. It captures the delicate soul of the East, and distills it into something unforgettable.
Scent. Soul. Story.