Wode Hath Teth

In partnership with Robert Eggers and Focus Features, Heretic presents Þe Wode Hath Teth, translated from the old tongue as “the woods has teeth.” It is the scent of the feral woodland itself: cold bark, frozen soil, damp moss, and smoke in the air, resinous, mineral, and austere. Smoke, ash, and juniper berry open the composition, cold as air drawn through a dying fire, sharpened by mineral spark and pine terpenes. Pepper and carrot seed crack through the heart alongside snapped cypress, osmanthus, and resinous gurjun blossom, like roots torn from frozen soil.

Oakwood, fir resin, mushroom, and moss rise from the damp dark, while frozen vetiver, labdanum, and patchouli smolder with animal warmth and winter earth. Primal musk lingers beneath it all, a feral trail for the moment when the wild beyond the village takes hold. In the old tongue, the wode is where man becomes something else, and in the wode, there are teeth.