The crisp crackle of fallen leaves underfoot, a fading sun casting amber shadows across the world. Earth turns deep, the air rich with the scent of change—warmth wrapped in the melancholy of autumn’s slow descent. It’s the hush before winter’s breath, a quiet ritual of letting go and holding close what remains.

A grounded pulse in every step, a whispered promise of strength through transformation. This is the season’s last fire—burning low, steady, unforgettable. Moments wrapped in brown and gold, where time slows, and presence sharpens.

Top Notes: Spiced Apple, Clove

Heart Notes: Birch Leaf, Cinnamon

Base Notes: Patchouli, Vetiver, Brown Sugar