Force Majeure

By the editors · 2 min readMint snaps open like chilled chlorophyll, bergamot’s citrus edge giving it a frosted sparkle that feels more barbershop than toothpaste. Cinnamon rushes in within minutes, its red-hot stickiness amplifying the clove’s medicinal bite while black pepper rasps across the top, keeping the accord angular and dry. Jasmine arrives thin and clean, a white petal buffer that prevents the spice mix from turning barbecue, then cedar and guaiac wood lock the fragrance into a tight, pencil-shaving frame that smells like a freshly opened toolkit. White musk stretches the wood-spice core for hours, letting cool mint ghost through the dryness so the scent never collapses into pure bakery warmth. Projection stays at arm’s length for six hours, perfect for office air-conditioning or an evening gym bag refresh.