SEVIKA

Smoke and spice arrive together, gritty and commanding, like someone who takes up space without asking permission. This blend is confident, scarred, and absolutely unbothered, which fits Sevika perfectly.

Cigarillo – Dry tobacco and paper smoke. Bar fights, bad decisions, and a voice that does not need to be raised to be respected.

Clove – Hot and aromatic. Sharp retorts, corner booth deals, and the heat of someone who does not flinch first.

Saffron – Warm and metallic. Valuable, rare, and impossible to ignore once it is in the room.

Frankincense – Resinous and dark. War stories, ritual, and the weight of loyalty measured in action instead of words.

As it settles, there is the sense of a prosthetic arm humming low, cards hitting the table, and a woman who survives because she refuses to do anything else.