Never Spring

Blackberry and lemon collide in a sharp, dark-tart opening before Never Spring settles into a cool, almost mineral heart where cyclamen's peppery edge threads through jasmine's whisper and bamboo's green austerity. The base unfolds slowly—birch's papery crispness, amber's warm amber resin, soft musk, and cedar's dry woodiness—grounding everything in an austere, slightly smoky warmth that feels less like spring and more like the edge of something colder, held in amber suspension.