December

Galbanum's green bite sharpens the opening, sparked by ginger and clove that sting with warmth, while orange oils gleam underneath. The heart steadies into forest—pine and fir needles releasing their camphoraceous resin, with rose threading softly between them. What emerges in the base feels ceremonial: oak moss greens the dry woods, tonka bean sweetens without cloying, and olibanum's frankincense mingles with cedar, myrrh, and tolu balsam in a smoldering cathedral of smoke and amber. December holds at the wrists long after, the spices faded to warm vanilla and deep incense ash settling into weathered wood.