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The Story
A late‑afternoon powerwalk through the city becomes a secret ritual, cap and neon phone in hand, heart beating to a trap‑beat only they can hear.
The air tastes faintly like a dark sports drink, cool and fizzy, dragging in crushed apple peel and the damp green of a forest that starts right where the pavement ends. Inside, dark woods loom: resinous bark, smoky herbs, and something bitter and old, like a tincture steeped too long in the dark. Tuberose bleeds in, loud and fleshy, threaded with black frankincense, until the whole thing feels like a pact made in a clearing of outsiders who moved outside the map.
Notes: Candy Apple, Dark Forest, Wormwood, Tuberose Absolute, Black Frankincense, Foraged Herbs
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