VIOLET ENDS

Feels like being witchy, making potions.

This mysterious fave is entering its clean girl era—less smokey eye, more earthy gaze.

It opens with the sharp brightness of rhubarb and a warm crack of black pepper, unfolding into steeped black tea and powdery violet—floral, but with restraint. Hints of resinous incense and smoky papyrus rise up last, grounding it in something earthy, smooth, and just a touch offbeat. Mysterious, lowkey magnetic—like you, hoodie half-zipped, cruising home under a lavender-tinted sky.

Because every icon deserves to leave a trace—even if they don't stick around for long.