JINX

Noise hits before sense does. Sweet, sharp, and scorched all at once, this scent feels like chaos mid-thought, laughter echoing just ahead of the blast radius. Jinx never waits for things to make sense, and neither does this.

Gunpowder – Dry and biting, unmistakable and volatile. Explosions as punctuation, danger treated like a game that only she knows how to play.

Burnt Sugar – Dark and caramelized, sweet pushed too far. Childhood sweetness twisted under heat, comfort warped into something unstable.

Smoked Wires – Acrid and metallic, still warm. Broken tech, fried circuits, and ideas that spark faster than they can be contained.

Raspberry – Bright and sharp, tart with juice and color. Playfulness that cuts, joy that doesn’t know how to be gentle anymore.

After it settles, there’s the ringing silence after a blast, neon laughter hanging in the air, and the uneasy thrill of knowing something beautiful just broke on purpose.