He moves like the edge of a storm — not in a hurry, but with purpose. The air shifts around him: bright, sharp, and clean, as though the sky has just cracked open to let the sun through. But beneath the light, there’s something smoldering.
No. 5 is for the quiet kind of strength — the kind you feel before you hear it coming.
The scent strikes fast with citrus and cold mint, then settles into heat — spice, resin, and wood warmed by skin. It’s the balance of wind and fire, presence and pause.
