ANDERS

Born of compassion stretched to breaking, this scent crackles with contradiction. It carries the brightness of hope offered too freely, the calm of moments stolen for peace, and the sharp aftermath of choices that cannot be undone. This is devotion turned volatile—tender at its heart, dangerous at its edge.

Blood Orange – Bright and bittersweet, split open with sudden intensity. Hope sharpened by anger, warmth carrying the bite of something ready to spill.

White Tea – Clean and softly aromatic, almost fragile in its calm. A longing for stillness and mercy, the memory of gentler days clung to desperately.

Gunpowder – Dry, smoky, and electric. Restraint finally fractured, conviction igniting into action that cannot be walked back.

Saffron – Warm and metallic, glowing beneath the smoke. Idealism scorched into sacrifice, precious and costly, staining everything it touches.

He is mercy with a fuse, faith under unbearable weight. The scent lingers like smoke in a ruined chapel—bright, bitter, and haunted by the good it meant to do.