In a hush akin to a Kyoto dawn, Omani emerges from the sands of the Arabian Peninsula with the cool assurance of a moonlit torii—an unisex appellation seamlessly blending desert wanderlust with the refined restraint of wabi-sabi. Rooted in the Arabic term for someone from Oman—land of frankincense caravans and sun-sculpted dunes—Omani carries an associative weight like cedar incense drifting through a mountain shrine. Pronounced oh-MAH-nee (/oʊˈmɑni/), it glides over the tongue with the same soft inevitability as first light upon tatami. In 2024, only twelve newborns in the United States were christened Omani, earning it a quiet place at number 938 in the rankings—rarer than a fox weaving through a bamboo thicket on New Year’s morning. Yet such scarcity bestows a serene elegance, inviting parents in search of a name that feels both globally rooted and delicately adventurous, much like a solitary pilgrim tracing an ancient caravan route beneath a cooling desert twilight.