School

School opens with the sharp mineral tang of concrete and cool ozonic air, grounded by earthy moss and woody undertones that feel like stepping into a dimly lit hallway. Rook Perfumes' School then shifts toward something more textural—incense smoke and the acrid, slightly rubbery smell of worn erasers and aged paper drift through the middle. As it settles, warm coffee and dry cedar emerge, creating an unexpectedly intimate close that carries the nostalgia of old wood desks and ink-stained afternoons.