Bitter Rose, Broken Spear unisex

Scent story

To me this smells like a battlefield after the fighting has stopped — embers still glowing, wild mountain thyme crushed underfoot, cubeb pepper sharp in the cold air. The bitter rose rises through the smoke like a banner that refused to fall. Smelted iron and larch in the base give it a metallic, almost bloody edge, with amber warming the wreckage like a fire that won't go out. Celtic folklore in a bottle — beautiful, brutal, and utterly uncompromising. Not for beginners — beginners stay away.

⚠ Not for beginners