ADAM

Born of holy fire and unchecked ego, this scent arrives loud and unrepentant. It smells like sanctimony sharpened into spectacle, righteousness worn as theater, and power mistaken for divinity. This is arrogance with wings—radiant, volatile, and certain it deserves to be adored.

Patchouli – Dark and resinous, heavy with self-importance. An earthy richness that clings and dominates, grounding his presence in indulgence rather than grace.

Cinnamon – Hot and biting, flaring without warning. The thrill of provocation, the pleasure of pressing too close, daring anyone to challenge his authority.

Olibanum – Sacred smoke curling skyward, sharp and luminous. The echo of incense in vaulted halls, holiness invoked more as proof than prayer.

Audacity – Brazen and overwhelming, an accord of excess and certainty. The scent of someone who never doubts himself, who mistakes volume for virtue and spectacle for truth.

He is judgment delivered with a grin, glory demanded rather than earned. The scent lingers like smoke in a cathedral after the doors have slammed shut—blinding, domineering, and impossible to ignore.