You Don’t Follow. You Lead. You don’t need to take up space—you command it. You don’t speak loudly—you make people lean in. Pride opens like clarity—fresh, bold citrus with a razor edge. It doesn’t flirt. It declares. Then, slowly, comes the heat: clove, warm woods, a soft floral trace—like confidence that doesn’t need permission. It smells like self-respect. Like walking away when you could’ve stayed. Like knowing exactly who you are—and wearing it like armor. Pride isn’t loud. It’s louder than silence.