Pepper is in the air - pure, sharp.
No smoke, no fire. Just incense, unlit.
Woods, soft and warm. A hint of iris, barely perceptible.
Nothing loud. Nothing frantic.
Time slows down.
Wood and resin settle on the skin, close and calm, like a gently held breath.
No drama. No spectacle. Just silence.
Some fragrances do not fill a room. They create one.
