The celestial egg cracked, spilling not starlight but a potent moonbeam into the shadowed world, laden with whispers of ancient magic. It unfurled like a fated promise, a scent of intoxicating violet and dark, honeyed plum, underscored by the deep, resonant warmth of vanilla, a fragrance of destiny and dragon fire, born from the very heart of the sky.
Chase Death, Moonbeam. (this scent blend is deeply inspired by When the Moon Hatched, and I am as in love with this scent as I am the book)
