You're walking through the forest just after sunrise.
The ground is soft, the air alive, rose and cedar drift upward with the mist.
There's warmth here. Not heat, but a gentle pulse, like skin still holding sleep, or breath after movement.
Olfactory description
Cool cedar meets warm amber, a forest breeze slipping through a city window. Calm, composed, and quietly powerful.
It doesn't shout, but it's impossible to ignore.
Key Notes: Cedarwood, Rose, Pink pepper, Vetiver
