Og

Ginger and black pepper ignite with sharp, almost peppery heat that catches the back of the throat. Violet emerges beneath, softly powdered, while incense smoke curls through—dry, resinous, temple-like. Og by Mirko Buffini Firenze settles into leather that smells worn and lived-in, darkened by agarwood's animalic, woody depth. The spice recedes; what remains is the leather aging slightly, touched by oud's mineral earthiness and fading incense ash.