Atlas Cedar

By the editors · 2 min readMelon lands first, a watery green sweetness that feels more like cucumber rind than candy, cut immediately by bergamot’s metallic sparkle. The heart folds in warm spices rack: cinnamon bark dries the fruit, cardamom seeds crackle, nutmeg dusts jasmine’s petals so the white floral never turns creamy. Sandalwood arrives early, its blond wood grain picking up the spice trails while vetiver’s split-grass bite keeps the composition vertical. Oakmoss and amber lock down the base, turning the wood-smoke accord into something faintly salty like driftwood left in damp earth; musk hovers just enough to blur edges without adding sweetness. Projection stays arm-length for six hours, tilting casual-daytime through spring and early fall; the melon-cinnamon tension survives the dry-down, making the scent read like chilled cedar planks rinsed with sea water.