It’s late. You shouldn’t be out. But here you are. Liquid Burn opens like a lit match—bright, sharp, addictive. There’s spice in the air, electricity in your blood. Citrus cracks through the top, chased fast by cinnamon, leather, and something darker… something reckless. It’s the scent of broken rules and second chances. Of saying yes when you should’ve said no. But it’s not chaos—it’s control. Every note is timed. Every layer intentional. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie that feels too good to be real—until you realize you’re living it. By the time it settles, you’re not just wearing it. You’re becoming it.