The Grown, Smoky Side of Home
Obsidian Smoke is a mood — bold, smooth, and unapologetically grown.
It carries the atmosphere of late-night conversations, dim light hitting brown skin just right, and the quiet understanding that some spaces were reserved for grown folks’ business. The kind you weren’t meant to enter — only observe from a distance.
The fragrance opens with cracked pink pepper, a warm spark that flickers softly rather than announcing itself. As the flame settles, vetiver rises — earthy, grounded, and composed — recalling polished wood, leather chairs, and the confidence of someone who knows exactly who they are.
Then the smoke arrives.
Not heavy. Not harsh.
Just a smooth drift of smoked woods that wraps the room in depth and warmth — like the lingering scent after a candle’s been blown out, or the trace that followed you home from a place you stayed just a little too late.
Obsidian Smoke is modern, clean, and magnetic.
It’s intimacy without explanation.
Luxury without permission.
Dark. Smooth. Addictive.
Obsidian Smoke — the scent of grown presence.