“A scent with consequences — you won’t see the deep end until you’re already sinking.”
Father Figure walks in like a warning.
A dark, commanding blend that smells like the moment you finally take back the crown you handcrafted for someone who thought they could outgrow you.
Rum and dried fruit open the story with a slow, deliberate burn — rich, confident, and absolutely unbothered. Patchouli and nutmeg strike next: bold, grounded, unmistakably in charge. Jasmine steps in only to sharpen the contrast, adding a flash of bright allure before the storm.
Then comes the backbone — cedar, leather, guaiac wood — a trio that hits like a closed-door conversation no one else is invited to. Amber, vanilla, musk, and tonka seal the deal in a warm but ruthless glow, the kind you feel in your chest long after the room goes silent.
It’s powerful. It’s decisive.
A scent built for the mentor who refuses to be overshadowed, the ruler who remembers exactly who they are, the one who taught the game — and can end it just as fast.
