The note opens with a profound dryness, an almost arid, desiccated woodiness that immediately evokes the passage of centuries. It is not green, nor fresh-cut, but rather a whisper of timber long since parted from the living forest. There's a prevailing scent of fine, ancient dust, mingling with an underlying balsamic richness, suggesting resins that have slowly crystallized and deepened over time. Hints of a mineralic coldness, akin to stone or damp earth, weave through its heart, providing a haunting counterpoint to the warmth of aged timber. Occasionally, one might detect a faint, metallic tang, perhaps from forgotten brass fittings, or a whisper of leather from an old, dried hide. Its texture is parched and powdery, yet simultaneously dense and resonant, like striking an ancient, solid piece of furniture. It boasts an extraordinary longevity, unfurling its secrets slowly as a profound base note, anchoring the entire composition. Projection is moderate, but its sillage is undeniably deep, leaving an enduring, almost solemn imprint. It evolves from an initial sharp, arid dryness to a softer, more rounded, slightly sweet and melancholic woodiness, redolent of decay and dignified stillness.