There is a particular quality to the moment just before — before the meeting begins, before the door opens, before the first word is spoken. The chin lifts,  slightly. The breath settles. Poise belongs to that moment — the mirror glanced at once, the shoulders already carrying what they need to. Bergamot, iris, and sandalwood vanilla settle softly into a room, leaving it feeling, somehow, more composed.  A quiet reminder that poise was never something to perform.  Only something to carry.