ROGUE

Sharp herbals and dark fruit slide in first, smooth and dangerous, like someone who already picked your pocket before you noticed they smiled. This scent feels clever, private, and just a little indulgent, which suits a rogue perfectly.

Absinthe – Herbaceous and bitter with a licorice edge. Sleight of hand, whispered plans, and the thrill of slipping through a crowd unseen.

Leather – Worn and dark, close to the skin. Lockpicks in hidden pockets, soft-footed movement, and gear that never squeaks at the wrong moment.

Plum – Ripe and velvety, rich without being loud. Temptation, finesse, and charm used as a tool rather than a shield.

Black Currant – Glossy and tart, cutting through the sweetness. Night markets, stolen glances, and risks that pay off more often than they should.

Vanilla – Cozy and smooth, softening the edges. A place to land after the job is done, warmth earned instead of assumed.

As it settles, there is the sense of alleyways lit by lantern glow, a blade glinting just once before vanishing again, and a grin that tells you if you noticed anything, it was only because they wanted you to.