WYLAN VAN ECK

"I may not have had your … education, but I’m sure I know plenty of words that you don’t."

Soft fruit and dry powder sit beside smoke in a way that feels nervous at first, then quietly brilliant once it settles. Wylan is clever without being flashy and stubborn in the most endearing way, and this blend reflects that balance between fragility and grit.

Gunpowder - Sharp and metallic. Bombs schemed on notebook margins, mistakes turned into miracles, and courage that looks a lot like panic until it isn’t.

Sheet Music - Paper, graphite, and ink. Scales practiced under breath, compositions no one is allowed to hear yet, and a mind that organizes chaos through sound.

Pear - Clean and juicy. Soft sunlight on workbenches, unexpected sweetness, and innocence that survived longer than anyone expected.

Nutmeg - Warm and spiced. Quiet comfort, steady hands, and the confidence that grows one success at a time.

In the drydown it feels like chalk dust on cuffs, a tune hummed under gunfire, and the realization that sometimes the most dangerous thing in the room is not the explosion, but the boy who figured out how to build it.