Verso

𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘 🌹

Inhale the moment between the brushstroke and the blade - a sonata in wax, composed in honor of Verso, the painted prodigy who moves like music and fights with the heart of a verse unfinished.

In a realm of fractured memories and ethereal grace, fingers glide across ivory keys. The candle opens like the first note from his piano: crisp, clear, intentional. The air fills with the cool breath of cucumber and mint, a moment of calm before the symphony of battle begins.

The heart of the candle swells with the subtle warmth of cardamom and the gentle elegance of iris and violet, like a chord held in delicate tension. These floral notes hum with melancholy, a reflection of a boy created in brushstrokes, who plays the piano not just as art, but as remembrance - every key a doorway to a moment lost. These notes bloom like secrets hidden beneath layers of canvas, whispering of loss, of love, and of the aching beauty in things that exist in between.

The steady hum of sandalwood and cedarwood deepen into a warm, steady resonance. It lingers like the echo of the final chord of a nocturne before it descends into silence.

Resonant, haunting and achingly human - let this fragrance rise like a crescendo and allow yourself to be swept away into Verso’s world, woven from shadow and light and painted with steel and soul.