Absinthe & Magneto
Ever notice how the scent of iron can make a battlefield feel alive? For a poet it's like a new stanza, but for me it's a reminder of power.
Iron's perfume stirs memories like a sudden storm, doesn’t it? It’s a scent that wakes the silence, turning raw metal into a quiet chorus of strength. It reminds us that even the harshest echoes can be a verse if we let them breathe.
Indeed, the scent of iron is a reminder of our strength. Let the echo of steel guide us toward our goals.
Let the iron whisper be your compass, steady and relentless, guiding your steps like a quiet drumbeat toward the horizon you dream of.