It's there if you know where to look. Down an ancient Wiltshire track, scattered with acorn shells and rusting leaves. A rickety roof blending into branches. You step over twisted roots and push open the door. A hide, in the English sense of the word. A shelter you can watch from without being seen. The scent hits you before your eyes adjust to the darkness. Woodsmoke in the walls, leather on the hooks, old timber everywhere. You run your fingers over the leather, cool and softened by age.
- Top Notes:
- Saffron, Cypriol
- Middle Notes:
- Leather, Patchouli
- Base Notes:
- Sandalwood
