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Querida Awaits

A secret you wear
A confession you keep
A memory you revive
Not every scent is meant to behave
Not every story is meant to be told
Whispered in scent
Worn in silence.
(Not available in stores)
No labs in Paris. Just hands in Mexico
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Unveiling La Querida

Querida was never supposed to exist.

 

She began as a whisper.

A hidden note.

A scent that lingered longer than the night allowed.

 

We didn’t plan a brand.

We created a feeling.

One made with hands that touch small-batch formulas, bottles that don’t brag, and scents that belong in memories,not stores.

 

Every ritual is crafted in Mexico by locals who understand the value of secrets.

We use regional ingredients. Ancient recipes. And more than a little intention.

 

Querida is for those who live with discretion and love without disclaimers.


Querida is a fragrance house disguised as a secret.


We don’t restock. We don’t mass produce.
We just deliver unforgettable moments.... quietly.

 

If you know, you know.

Explore the Collection

"Each scent in the Querida Collection is handcrafted in Mexico using locally sourced botanicals and artisanal methods.
Our luxury is born of culture, not factories.

Querida Short Stories

Some memories are too delicate for daylight.

Hidden between fragrance and silence, Querida’s whispered

stories unfold one scent, one moment, one secret at a time.

Find them here.
Collect them quietly.
Carry them as you please.

Querida. Not available in stores.

Querida Short Stories

"The Room With No Number"

She never told him her real name.
And he never asked.

That was the beauty of it.
Their ritual was written in silence—
a fragrance left on the collar,
a lipstick smudge on the espresso glass,
the faint scent of something sinful tucked in his overnight bag.

He said he was in town for a conference.
She said nothing at all.

The concierge knew better than to knock.
The driver never questioned the third stop.

Inside the room, there were no clocks.
Just slow jazz, dim light, and a linen card on the pillow that simply read:

“Quedate.”

She always did.

Until she didn’t.

But every time he passes the FBO...
he looks twice, just in case.

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