Lionessence

Lionessence
She doesn't arrive.
She appears —
like the first golden flare of saffron in the morning light,
crystal-clear, confident, and untamed.

The scent opens with the fire of saffron —
not sharp, but luminous.
A quiet flame suspended in cool mineral air.
There’s no sweetness here,
only power — refined, restrained, regal.

Ambroxan gives her skin a celestial glow —
like sunlight refracted through glass.
Haitian vetiver grounds her —
earthy, wise, impossible to move.

Lionessence is not a perfume.
It’s an aura.
The kind that walks into the room with silence
and still takes center stage.

For the woman who doesn't chase.
She claims.