Meet Violet Ends—a floral with bite. Rhubarb and black pepper crack open the room, unfolding into black tea and violet. Incense and smoky papyrus linger underneath, grounding you in something earthy, atmospheric and a little off-beat. Mysterious. Magnetic. Ever-present.
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