The Tower

When the lightning strikes, nothing remains standing.

Rose and clove flare first—dark petals tangled with sharp spice, beautiful but edged with something volatile. At its heart, tobacco and myrrh smolder like the remnants of a sacred place after the fire, rich with smoke, resin, and the ghosts of what once was. Beneath it all, vanilla and frankincense linger warm and golden, softening the wreckage without ever quite dispelling the darkness.

The Tower is the scent of upheaval: the crack of lightning, the collapse of certainty, and the strange liberation that comes when everything you thought was permanent comes crashing down.

Destruction. Revelation. Rebirth.

Top: Rose, Clove

Heart: Tobacco, Myrrh

Base: Vanilla, Frankincense

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