I Hate Mondays

Pepper and bergamot arrive with a sharp, citrus-bright snap that cuts through morning fog. The heart softens into rose's honeyed warmth layered with lingering spice—a gentle heat that doesn't fade. I Hate Mondays settles into vetiver's earthy tobacco-like grip, anchored by cedarwood's cool, woody skeleton and a whisper of vanilla that rounds the edges. There's comfort here beneath the initially bracing top, a dryness that feels grounded and real.