YETI

High above the tree line, where the air thins and silence becomes absolute, YETI awakens.

A piercing gust of juniper berry and Timur pepper surges forward like glacial wind across Himalayan ridges. Cardamom and elemi shimmer with resinous brightness, while black pepper crackles against the cold, sharp, luminous, untamed.

As the ascent deepens, vast forests emerge beneath drifting mist. Oakmoss spreads like ancient earth beneath towering silver fir of Nepal and rugged Douglas fir needles. A dark infusion of black tea rises through the composition, dry, smoky, contemplative, echoing the stillness of a remote mountain monastery.

In the depths, YETI reveals its primal force. Sugandha Kokila exudes its mysterious balsamic spice, entwined with creamy sandalwood and the profound richness of Thai oud from Prachin. Valerian root adds an earthy, almost animalic pulse, while smoldering guaiacwood leaves a shadowed, resinous trail, powerful, enduring, elemental.

YETI is not merely a fragrance.

It is altitude, solitude, and myth, captured in scent.