something about a scent that doesn't pick a side

Citrus that doesn't stay citrus. It opens bright and then the amber pulls it somewhere slower, somewhere you didn't plan to go.

I don't know. maybe. that's the point.

Woody and spicy in the way that doesn't announce itself at the door. It just becomes part of the room, part of the hour, part of whatever you were trying not to think about.

Still present. long after.

Something about this one felt different. It's the kind of woody scent that doesn't feel borrowed, doesn't feel like a reference. It just sits on you quietly, doing its own thing.

I kept coming back to it.