Growing up in Kuala Lumpur with a Yemeni heritage, oud was always part of my life. Before prayer, my father would apply a small amount of oud oil on me. At that time, I did not appreciate it. I often disliked it and did not understand its significance.
As the years passed, that same scent began to take on new meaning. The aroma of oud oil and the gentle smoke of burning wood started to remind me of my childhood, my home, and moments with my grandfather. What I once resisted slowly became something I was drawn to.
