Beaver

By the editors · 2 min readMusk opens thick and oily, immediately announcing castoreum’s sour-animalic hiss that clings to skin like wet fur. Within minutes iris arrives, its cool powder sheen stretching across the musk to create a strange clean-dirty tension, while vanilla’s round sweetness keeps the accord from collapsing into full barnyard. The heart keeps rotating these three players: smoke curls in, sharpening the castoreum’s leather edge, then cedar splinters give the musk a sawdust frame so the composition feels both wooded and intimate. Dry-down folds everything into a dark leather-amber panel backed by lingering musk; the vanilla is now only a shadow, enough to soften the hide but never to sweeten it. Projection stays within arm’s length for seven hours, perfect for cool evenings when you want a quiet but unmistakable animalic signature.