HANCOCK

Dry and sharp at the start, like a room where the windows have been shut too long. This scent feels rough-edged and unapologetic, built around survival, bad habits, and a kind of honesty that doesn’t bother dressing itself up.

Gunpowder – Bitter and smoky, still clinging to the air. Violence remembered, danger never far away, the sense that things can go sideways fast.

Musk – Close and human, worn into the skin. Presence and desire, connection sought even when it’s easier to pretend you don’t care.

Mahogany – Dark and polished, heavy with age. History and endurance, a life lived hard and carried anyway.

Tobacco – Dry and lingering, warm without comfort. Long nights, regrets, and the habits you keep because they’re familiar.

It feels like Hancock exactly as he is, reckless, charismatic, and deeply flawed, surviving the wasteland on his own terms and daring anyone to look too closely at what it’s cost him.