Grabbing an old work coat for a walk in the woods. The weather is newly cool and clouds have descended to the trees. Deuw settles on the frayed collar, setting alight the smell of a lost love you hadn’t thought of since last fall. Fog on earth. Skin, slicked by work. A bare whiff of cologne you can only just recollect. A thick layer of moss inhabiting the bark of a cedar tree. Notes of costus root: balsam: cedar wood: patuchouli: oud.