Chiyogami

This evokes the beautiful log cabin my grandparents had, which has now been torn down and replaced by a run of the mill construction on the same land. Nothing comes close to those memories for me. This is waking up early on a chill morning, the night after we had a crackling fire in the stove. The smoke still floats around the cabin with its particular hundred year old cabin smell, and I step outside into the cool morning air, fragrant with sappy pine and water from the lake. I hear a loon's spooky call. There's mist over the bay. Something acrid drifts through the air, coming and going, something of the earth. No one and nothing seems awake yet.

Mysterious, evocative, and wonderfully dry without being dusty. A beautiful smoky scent with a delicate touch.