Pranav
Pranav Joshi is a Dubai-born poet currently studying in the Netherlands. Writing poetry helps him process his emotions and own his truth. Through the themes of love, distance, and emotional vulnerability, he aims to redefine modern-day romance through deeply personal and poetic storytelling.
Nostalgia, No. 7 (Limited Bottles, order now)
A parfum that encapsulates the essence of remembrance. The warm and yet eroticized embrace of memory. Bittersweet and yet, comforting. This scent takes him back to the night he met her.Top: Airy Jasmine
Heart: Musky Cashmere, Soft Amber
Base: Creamy Vanilla, Cedar
The Godfather, No. 1 (Sold Out)
His debut perfume, a scent of true power. An animalistic scent that smells like cigarette smoke and old money. For those who strive to grab life by the throat.Top: Spicy Lemon
Heart: Tobacco
Base: Leather, Vanilla
Love, Pranav.|
His debut poetry collection. A poet’s journey through love, heartbreak, and seemingly eternal longing. Love, Pranav.| is written for the romantics. Those who have loved from afar, dreamed vividly, or stayed up all night talking to the Moon. This collection captures the highs and lows of emotional intimacy in its rawest form.
A Letter To Love
Dear Love,
How are you? How is life? Does cupid continue to pester you? I hope everything is well, and I hope this letter reaches you in time.I know you're a big-time traveler, just like me. Always in pursuit of the journey. You never did bother to stay in the same place for too long but, do write to me when you settle down. Whenever that day comes. That day when you wake up to find yourself. That day when you stop running from yourself.I'd love to actually get to know you, instead of this idea of you that I have in my head. Sometimes I wonder if you read my letters but, conveniently never write back. Fearful, that you might burst the bubble of my imagination. Insecure, that I might lose my affinity for you. Maybe you're hopeful, that I would stop writing these letters to you if you never reply. Or you're just being careful.Careful with this heart of mine that I have carelessly given to you. My heart beats with you. And I'll wait, for this song of truth that you're secretively composing. My breath awaits your fragrance. Be late this time, if it means you'll stay for longer.Love,
Pranav