Brian Tyree Henry smells like mulled vanilla cider. There’s an undertone of nag champa (the incense he often lights to stoke a vibe) and hits of patchouli, black pepper, and warm cedar. It’s approachable and not overbearing, but a rung up — put together in the kind of way that someone with regular access to stylists and designer threads learns to orchestrate an outfit. Much like the actor’s performances, the aroma lingers.