Petrichor

Petrichor opens with the mineral shock of rain-soaked soil and bright lemon zest, a moment of wet earth and citrus clarity. The heart settles into a green, almost herbaceous warmth—vetiver's dry grass quality tempered by the honeyed sweetness of immortelle and the powdered iris of orris root. As it rests on skin, sandalwood brings creamy warmth while musk and moss deepen the earthy foundation, anchored by ambergris's faint brine and salt. The fragrance clings close, grounded, smelling like the world after a storm.