Beaver

That initial spray unleashes a startling green brightness—air and linden create an almost effervescent quality, like carbonated citrus without the citrus. The woody notes arrive swiftly, grounding this ethereal moment in pencil-shaving dryness and structural austerity, a sharp contrast that immediately signals this isn't a straightforward fresh fragrance.

As the brighter elements fade, the aquatic notes surface briefly—a cool, slightly metallic quality that deepens the woods' character—before the fragrance's true nature emerges: musk and castoreum gradually assert themselves, introducing that distinctive animalic warmth, slightly damp and leathery, whilst the dry woods provide a dark, almost smoky framework that prevents the composition from becoming overtly animalic.

The castoreum becomes increasingly prominent, its fur-and-leather character settling into the skin with stubborn intensity, whilst vanilla and amber work overtime to inject sweetness and softness into the increasingly austere composition. What remains is a predominantly woody-animalic affair—intimate, vaguely unsettling, unmistakeably present—a scent that clings rather than floats.