A quiet cabin, a low fire, the day finally letting go.
Scent Notes
Smoke is difficult. Too much and it reads as ashtray; too little and it disappears under the wood. We landed on a smoked oud base under dry cedarwood and a trace of leather, so it settles into a room rather than announcing itself.
The hush of a Bombay terrace at midnight, jasmine spilling over the railing.
Close your eyes. Breathe in. This is what the earth smells like after rain.
