Mood: You wake up in a tent. The sun is hot already. You smell plastic from the air mattress, grass crushed underfoot, cheap body spray, lingering food wrappers, and the soft funk of last night’s party. It’s dirty but comforting — a little sad, a little free.

Family: Green Leather / Synthetic Musk / Woody Amber


🔝 Top – The Morning Air


💓 Heart – The Messy Middle


🖤 Base – The Warm Earth