If Speachless were a song, it would be pure rock: loud, uncompromising, and impossible to ignore. An electric wave of sound that crashes into your senses and takes control of your mood. This isn't background music – it’s the anthem for your bravest self.

It begins with an explosion of citrus – sharp, juicy, and electric. A daring dose of peach throws itself straight into the chaos, meeting a rebellious blend of raw cannabis and cool vetiver. It’s not just a fragrance; it’s a riff, a solo, a full-blown jam session in scent form.

This is the kind of scent you don’t just wear – it wears you. Speachless doesn’t talk. It roars with freedom; it screams out emotion. It’s not a perfume; it’s a mosh pit of feelings captured in a bottle.