DIONYSUS'S RITE (30ml) The Alpha Dominance Pheromone Oil for Men

The power that commands the final surrender.

Before kings and emperors, there was Dionysus. The god of wine, madness, and ecstasy. He did not rule with armies; he ruled by liberating the beast within. To follow him was to abandon reason and embrace the glorious chaos of pure instinct. This is his Rite. An invitation to a world where power is not taken, but simply… is.

The NYX formula is engineered to unleash the God you were always meant to be. You are performing a sacrament. You will walk into a room, and the very fabric of social hierarchy will bend to your will. Your presence will be an event.  Women will not just be attracted to you; but drawn to you. The unspoken promise of beautiful destruction you represent. They will see in your eyes, an empire. They will feel an overwhelming, primal urge to become a part of your conquest.

Be warned: This is not confidence. This is apotheosis.

The Lore formula：
This Pheromone oil is the formula for your coronation, Pheromone Oil for men. A meticulously calibrated matrix of the world's most potent, lab-certified, and ethically sourced human chemosignals, designed for absolute authority and dominance. The Emperor's Trinity™ is our proprietary core, forged with clinical-grade Androstenone (NONE), the undisputed king of dominance, balanced by the mature masculine authority of Androsterone (RONE), and made irresistible by the "charmer" molecule, Androstadienone (A1).
This core is synergized with a support matrix including, but not limited to, strategic doses of Alpha-Androstenol, Beta-Androstenol, and DHEAS to create a multi-layered, psycho-olfactory effect that projects unwavering status. Every batch is double-assayed for purity and concentration. The exact ratios are a closely guarded secret, known only to Dionysus and his alchemist.

The Scent：
The Scent of Conquest.
It opens not with a shout, but with the heavy, unyielding authority of Moroccan Cedarwood and the smoky, deep-earth power of Haitian Vetiver. It is the scent of a throne room after a war has been won.Then, this stoic power is pierced by the heat of battle: the spicy, almost medicinal fire of Clove Bud and the intoxicating, wine-like madness of Clary Sage. What remains, for hours, is the scent of worship: a warm, resinous, animalic drydown of Cistus and our "Pan's Horn" accord. It is the scent that will linger on her sheets, a permanent reminder of her surrender to a god.