Laurein is not worn. It’s owned. An enigmatic blend of oud, citrus, and soft spice announces a quiet kind of dominance. Hints of leather and tobacco rise slowly, laced with sweet metallic heat and a touch of fresh spice — as bold as it is restrained. This is a scent of stillness before the storm. Of shadows with secrets. Laurain doesn’t ask for attention. It commands it — quietly.
