There is a specific, quiet alarm that sounds in the mind of a leader when the horizon begins to blur. It is not the sharp sting of failure, but the dull, heavy persistence of what we colloquially call Brain Fog. In the quiet of a midnight flight or the stillness of a boardroom before the quorum arrives, one realizes that the once-crystalline edge of intuition has softened.
In the rarefied world of Luxury Longevity, we recognize this haze for what it truly is: a thinning of
