Crafted for the bold and the curious, this is a scent that begins like a whisper and ends in a storm. It opens with warm, golden beeswax and spiced cinnamon—glowing like candlelight on a fog-draped trail. But sweetness fades quickly on this path. Earthy rain notes stir beneath your skin, and akigalawood begins to rise, deep and shadowed, like something watching just beyond the trees. Thirteen is more than a number—it is a crossing. a quiet moment where intention blurs, and the forest decides what you become. There’s no turning back. only forward. Down the Witch’s Road...