ALYS RIVERS

Born of damp earth and whispered prophecy, this scent coils slowly, patient and knowing. It carries the weight of old gods listening from the roots, of smoke curling through half-remembered visions, and of beauty that unsettles rather than soothes. This is power that does not announce itself—ancient, watchful, and utterly assured.

Moss – Dark and living, clinging to stone and bone alike. The presence of something that has always been there, observing from the margins where others dare not look.

Elemi – Resinous and bright, sharp with sacred tension. A liminal glow, like candlelight flickering between worlds, cleansing and unsettling in equal measure.

Smoke – Veiling and persistent, drifting through every thought. Secrets obscured, futures blurred, the residue of rituals never fully extinguished.

Bulgarian Rose – Deep and velvety, rich with shadowed sweetness. Beauty steeped in blood and memory, desire entwined with inevitability.

She is the voice that speaks from the ground itself, the omen you were never meant to understand. The scent lingers like fog in a ruined hall—earthbound, prophetic, and impossible to escape once it takes hold.