JÖRMUNGANDR

Salt and brightness coil together here, sharp enough to feel alive. This scent moves in a wide circle, patient and immense, the way something ancient shifts beneath the surface long before it breaks through. Jormungandr is not in a hurry, and neither is this.

Patchouli – Deep and earthy, damp with shadow. The weight of the deep, slow power that rests beneath the waves.

Citrus – Bright and cutting, flashing like light on water. Sudden movement, the glint of scale and sun when the serpent turns.

Ocean – Cold, vast, and unmistakable. Depth without end, the world held together by pressure and time.

Honey – Golden and thick, quietly luminous. The strange sweetness of balance, life sustained even in the presence of ruin.

Amber – Warm and enduring, settling last. Time fossilized, power preserved long after motion stills.

When it fades, there is the sense of standing at the edge of the sea knowing something enormous has shifted below, unseen but certain, the world still intact only because it has chosen to remain so.