ALUCARD

Cool restraint greets you first, clean and pale, like moonlight slipping through stone arches. This scent does not rush or demand; it watches instead. Composed and immaculate, it carries the quiet tension of something ancient that stands just outside the warmth of the world, unreadable and precise.

Citron Peel: Bright yet restrained, a pale citrus sharpened toward elegance rather than sweetness. It suggests precision, discipline, and clarity honed into instinct.

Iris Petals: Powder-soft and ghostly, floral without warmth. It evokes nobility touched by melancholy, beauty held carefully at arm’s length.

Night Air: Cool, ozonic, and faintly metallic. It recalls the hush before dawn, the space between heartbeats, immortality breathing quietly beside you.

Parchment: Dry and timeworn, carrying the scent of ink, dust, and old knowledge. It speaks to history preserved rather than forgotten, memory made tangible.

He is restraint refined into grace, solitude worn like armor. The scent lingers like moonlight on marble, cool, elegant, and quietly eternal, leaving behind the unmistakable sense that something powerful has just passed by.