SIR PENTIOUS

Warm spice and machine oil bloom together, theatrical and a little unhinged, exactly the sort of energy Sir Pentious brings into a room whether anyone asked for it or not. This blend is showy, eccentric, and surprisingly refined under the chaos.

Steampunk Workshop – Metal, oil, and varnished wood. Inventions half-finished, sparks that fly too far, and blueprints scattered across the floor.

Clove – Hot and aromatic. Grand plans announced with flourish, monologues that go on too long, and a villain laugh that actually lands.

Musk – Warm and oily-smooth. Confidence worn like armor, swagger that borders on delusion, and a presence you cannot scrub out of the air.

Rosemary – Herbal and sharp. Schemes that almost work, focus that comes in manic bursts, and the faint scent of tea he swears he did not spill.

As it settles, there is the sense of gears still turning after the machine has stopped, smoke drifting out the window, and a serpent-engineer already plotting his next triumphant comeback.