CK2

Wasabi's horseradish bite crashes into violet leaf's wet, green metallic tang, creating an almost aggressive coolness that reads more laboratory than garden. Mandarin provides only the barest citric shimmer, quickly absorbed into the synthetic aquatic haze that makes everything feel backlit and slightly unreal.

Orris concrete's chalky iris powder merges with genuinely mineral, stony facets that smell like clean concrete after rain—dry, cold, faintly alkaline. Rose absolute barely registers as floral, instead lending a transparent soapiness that hovers between shower gel and abstract petals, keeping the whole affair polished and deliberately remote.

Frankincense whispers rather than proclaims, offering subtle resinous depth that never reaches full incense territory, whilst sandalwood and vetiver provide a bone-dry woody skeleton. The composition remains close to the skin, austere and cool, like expensive minimalism that costs more than maximalism ever could.