CLAUDIA

Sweetness appears first, but it’s thin and fleeting, like something not fully ripe yet. This scent clings to youth while it still can, bright at the edges and already shadowed by what it’s forced to carry.

Wild Strawberry – Fresh and lightly sweet, with a green, leafy edge still clinging to the fruit. Young and just-picked, juice and stem together, innocence that hasn’t been polished or protected.

Lilac – Pale and softly floral, airy rather than lush. Youth paused mid-bloom, beauty caught before it can deepen or harden.

Mahogany – Dark and polished, heavy with age. Time pressing inward, adulthood forced to exist beneath a surface that never gets to grow.

Myrrh – Bitter and resinous, lingering long after the brightness thins. Immortality as a wound, devotion and grief braided into something inescapable.

It smells like Claudia exactly as she is—fresh and unfinished, carrying a sharp green note of life that should have been allowed to grow, and never was.