F7

F7 bursts open with tart guava and passionfruit, their sweetness caught between bright lime and the tingle of Sichuan pepper and clove. Basil adds herbal snap, while anise weaves something almost licorice-soft beneath the fruit. The heart settles into creamy tonka and carnation, warmed by jasmine and earthy hinoki wood, letting nectarine peach through the floral middle. By the base, it becomes grounded—vetiver and oakmoss anchor a bed of driftwood and sandalwood, with a whisper of vanilla and balsam fir hovering above dark patchouli and the salt-like depth of ambergris. Spiced opening transforms into something altogether woody and amber-dusted.