Konig

Cypress and sage open sharp and herbaceous, cutting through like wind through a winter forest, before red apple arrives with crisp, almost tart sweetness. Snowdrops and papyrus unfold into the heart—pale, slightly peppery florals mixed with the dry rustle of aged paper. The woody notes ground everything, earthy and austere, while amber and vetiver rise from below, warm and rooted. Leather threads through the drydown, smoky and supple, anchored by white musk that softens into skin warmth. What remains is a dry, leathery wood with amber's amber glow, the herbs long faded.