Honour Man

It strikes with an immediate, bracing friction—cracked black and pink pepper sharpened by nutmeg and the resinous bite of elemi. The heat of the opening eventually cools into a clean, herb-forward geranium heart, grounded by the steady, dark pulse of frankincense and patchouli. This is a scent of architecture rather than warmth, leaving a trail of dry cedar and vetiver that clings to fabric all day. A touch of tonka bean softens the edges, but the primary impression remains crisp, balsamic, and decisively woody.