Force Majeure

Force Majeure arrives with a sharp, almost electric brightness—aldehydes and mint cutting through bergamot's citrus warmth like a sudden wind. That freshness softens as cloves and cinnamon emerge, their spiced heat tempered by jasmine's creamy florality and black pepper's bite. The base settles into a woody, animalic comfort: guaiac wood and cedar ground the white musk in earthy restraint, leaving skin smelling like warm spice lingering on weathered wood.