Tierra del Fuego

Clove opens sharp and peppery, a spice that catches in the back of the throat before mellowing into creamy sandalwood—soft, almost powdery, with a whisper of smoke. Tierra del Fuego then dries to something unexpected: bright pomelo zest threading through the base, citric and slightly bitter, keeping the warmth from turning too settled. The sandalwood and pomelo linger together in an odd, compelling balance, neither fully sweet nor fully dry.