You notice her in pieces at first. A shift in the air, something a little off, a little intriguing. Stella McCormick doesn’t move through a room the way other people do. She lingers in it, like she’s leaving something behind on purpose.

Feather Dust: Soft and weightless, almost hard to pin down. There’s an unpredictability to her, a sense that she’s never fully where you expect her to be.

Nag Champa: Warm, smoky, and unmistakable. She has a presence that sticks, something a little unconventional that people either lean into or don’t understand at all.

Freesia: Light and floral with a clean brightness. A softer side that shows up in flashes, enough to keep people guessing.

Patchouli: Earthy and grounded, with a deeper richness. Underneath everything, she knows exactly who she is, even if she doesn’t explain it.

It settles somewhere between soft and heavy, floral pulled down into something more rooted. Stella doesn’t need to make sense to everyone. She just needs to be remembered.

FRAGRANCE FAMILY	SUBFAMILY	SECONDARY
Floral	Floral Amber	Green

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