LEVIATÁN it is a firebearer’s vow—a

it is a firebearer’s vow—a reminder that to ignite one’s destiny

a breath of green apple

and it will remain long after you are gone

merging with the strength of leather

At its heart

LEVIATÁN it is a firebearer’s vow—aIt stirs in the deep, where light cannot reach: ancient, boundless, sovereign over the abyss. Bergamot sharp as sea wind, orange blossom adrift like foam, a breath of green apple, cool, fleeting, almost innocent, helichrysum golden above the waves: the last breath before the descent. At its heart, the beast awakens. Marine notes press against the skin with the weight of fathomless water. Cascalone hums with a resonance older than language: salt,