Revenge

Revenge moves like John Wick himself, precise, composed, and impossible to stop. It begins with the deceptive calm of Melon, Guava, and Banana. A smooth, almost tender prelude to chaos. Moments later, the heart strikes Osmanthus, Ylang Ylang, and Orange Blossom bloom with disciplined beauty, like a suit pressed before battle. Then comes the reckoning Patchouli, Sandalwood, and Pink Pepper smolder like gunmetal and candlelight in an empty Continental lobby. Every note is calculated, every move deliberate. Revenge doesn’t shout, it whispers with authority, leaving behind a trail as unforgettable