ADHD - Functional Neuro Elixir- Limited to 68 pieces in 50 ml

ADHD dances  between worlds—its the tremors of synapses by day and the listening to the murmurs of moss-covered rocks by night, it's  the paradox of a mind that runs like wildfire yet finds peace in the eye of the storm.

It is not a disorder, but a dialect of desire, a hymn to the untamed hum of being alive.

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Opening -The Spark
It begins with a crackle—pink pepper and yuzu, sharp as a neuron’s first spark,the jolt of a cherry pit dropped into a still pond, ripples spreading like thoughts racing toward the horizon.

Here, dopamine is not a chemical but a comet: quince’s tart sweetness and absinthe’s green-edged euphoria trail behind it, luminous and restless. 
“Hurry, catch the light before it drowns.”

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The Heart is The Chase

Then, the storm calms—or deepens.

Indian saffron, steeped in dawn’s first blush, weaves golden threads through the chaos. Green tea flowers hum a lullaby from Kyoto’s mist-cloaked monasteries, their petals holding the silence between heartbeats. Black cherry emerges, its syrup thick with the memory of roots gripping bedrock. Murumuru butter, velvety and warm, softens the edges, as if the mind itself pauses to trace the scent of rain on hot soil.

“Stay,” murmurs the myrrh, resin weeping from a tree in Oman’s cracked deserts, “but never stop moving.”

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The Base : The Stillness Beneath

The drydown is a reckoning. Tonka bean, smoky and sweet as a campfire’s last ember, folds into maninka’s honeyed dusk. Here, the scent turns inward—a quiet so profound it vibrates.

Imagine a glacial lake to collect this silence, its surface mirroring the stars.

“You think I am empty,” the water had laughed, “but I hold universes.”

The rocks agreed, their low chant harmonizing with the thrum of human veins. ADHD, in its final act, is not a fragrance but an invocation: the soul, having outpaced the mind, finds itself cradled by the earth’s oldest song.

ADHD was never meant to be worn. It was meant to be lived: a reminder that even rivers drown in their own noise before remembering how to rest.

Dopamine, after all, is just love letters between cells. And silence? The rock’s reply.

 

Limited batch - Entirely handmade - 68 pieces