White Wolf

The Lore Worn leather arrives first, clean and familiar, like a well-kept jacket pulled on before stepping out into the cold. It carries the intimacy of fabric warmed by skin, of something shrugged on and off a hundred times and still kept close. It smells like long roads and steady hands.  Cold forest air follows after. Evergreen drifts in around the leather, clean and bitter, like wind cutting through pine branches at the edge of winter. It sharpens the warmth instead of softening it, pulling the scent outward into open space and empty paths. And beneath both, the heat rises. Cardamom blooms slowly, spiced and quiet, warming the leather from the inside out. Black pepper follows, subtle but insistent, adding a low, living heat that lingers close to the skin. Jasmine flickers briefly through the heart of it, pale and fragile. At the base, sandalwood and patchouli settle in, deep and steady, joined by dark musk that stays close, intimate and unresolved. White Wolf carries distance. It i