ZOYA NAZYALENSKY

“You are strong enough to survive the fall.”

Rain and jasmine collide with something electric underneath, giving this blend the crackling, uncontained energy of a storm witch who never waited for permission. It is sharp, humid, and a little intoxicating, which makes perfect sense for Zoya.

Rain – Clean and metallic. Stormfronts rolling in, hair plastered to cheeks, and the relief of cold water after heat.

Lightning – Sharp and ozone-bright. Nerves lit up, tempers shortened, and power that hits before it announces itself.

Whiskey – Warm and smoky at the finish. Late-night confessions, hard-earned victories, and the bite of someone who refuses to break.

Jasmine – Lush and heady, blooming through the weather. Beauty with teeth, dominance framed as elegance, and a heart too complicated for anyone’s comfort.

As it settles, there is the feeling of thunder rattling windows, a glass slammed down on wood, and a woman who carries storms the way others carry grudges.