YASHA NYDOORIN

Born beneath thunder and mourning, this scent moves like a storm held in fragile hands. It carries the ache of lightning across open skies and the strength of grief and the grace of survival, a hymn of rain over broken stone.

Rain Accord – Cold and clean, the breath of a storm. It falls like absolution, washing sorrow into silence.

White Peony – Petals soft as mercy, blooming where lightning struck. The echo of tenderness that endures beneath the weight of war.

Silver Birch – Smooth and shining, bark gleaming like steel in moonlight. It stands as both blade and balm, strength that bends but does not break.

Cold Musk – Air before thunder, skin after battle. A haunting, electric stillness—the scent of power caught between the heavens and the earth.

She is the storm that learned to mourn. The scent clings like rain on metal, soft and fierce, a promise whispered to the wind: I will not fall again.