New Yorker for Him

Crisp red apple and orange blossom snap open with morning clarity, then soften into geranium's peppery green whisper. Tonka bean rises to warm the middle registers with creamy vanilla depth, while cedar dries everything down—woody, barely sweet, grounded. The tonka lingers longest, honeyed and soft against skin, touched by the faint pencil-shaving dryness of cedarwood.