He’s not just walking in—he’s entering. The room shifts. Imagine first light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows as he presses the collar of his shirt. A surge of citrus and sunlit energy hits the air—bright oranges, lemon, bergamot electrify the moment. Then fruit softens it, like the first notes of a symphony. And underneath it all? Vanilla and amber wrap around him, warm as royalty. Without a word, he owns the space. And you realize: this is more than scent—it’s authority in a bottle.