ORPHEUS

Orpheus sings as though the world might listen and change its mind. Stones soften, branches lean closer, and even the dead grow quiet at the sound. When Eurydice is taken from him, he carries that same hope into the underworld. His fragrance opens with spicy carnation and green bay laurel, warmed by honeycomb and lifted by the tender air of spring.

Carnation: A floral note with a clove-like warmth. The feeling in his voice, gentle enough to comfort and strong enough to move gods.

Bay Laurel: Green, herbal, and quietly sharp. A poet’s crown, gathered from a world still growing.

Honeycomb: Golden sweetness with a soft, waxy depth. The warmth of love before he learns how easily it can be lost.

Spring Air: Fresh, airy, and touched with new growth. His faith that something beautiful can begin again.

There is sweetness here, carried through flowers and living leaves. Orpheus follows the smallest promise of light into the dark. For a little while, everything listens.