Yatagan

It hits with the sharp, medicinal bite of galbanum and watercress, a bracing green shock that feels more wild than manicured. There is no fruit or sugar here; instead, the heart relies on a cooling, herbal axis of basil, artemisia, and mint that settles into a deeply masculine foundation of oakmoss and incense. The castoreum provides a leather-like, animalic depth, grounding the brightness of the pine needles. It is a scent of stamina, clinging to the skin long after the sun sets, retaining a raw, woody composure that refuses to soften.