Rugged. Smoldering. Deeply refined.
Firewood opens with a sharp flash of orange zest and green bergamot, cutting clean through the air like the first strike of steel against wood. The brightness is brief — intentional — giving way to a heart of blended spice and prickly florals, warm and slightly untamed.
As the scent settles, it becomes darker. Richer. More commanding.
Dry cedarwood and burnt leather rise through the composition, smoky and textured, like stacked timber beside a glowing flame. Earthy oakmoss and patchouli leaves ground the fragrance in raw masculinity, while red musk and dark amber add heat — slow, steady, magnetic.
This is not a sweet smoke.
It is wood cracked open by fire.
It is leather warmed by embers.
It is strength without excess.
Firewood is for the man who builds his own heat.
Confident. Seasoned. Unshakably masculine.
A fragrance that lingers like the last glow of a flame — powerful, enduring, unforgettable.
