This one immediately feels different. Grounded. More masculine. A little bit moody but in the best way.

It takes me straight back to the cedarwood coasters we had when I was growing up. They sat in a neat little stack, and I couldn’t stop smelling them. I didn’t know it then, but scent was already starting to anchor memories.

There’s also a hit of smoke and something incense-like that reminds me of the chapel next to my old school. I wasn’t Catholic, but I loved how it smelt; woody, mysterious, sacred somehow. That stuck with me too.

Now, I love this one burning in the sitting room in winter.

Lights low, fire on, red wine poured. It adds atmosphere without trying too hard.

This scent isn’t soft or floral. It’s deep and its grounding. You’ll want to return to it.