The note, when interpreted olfactively, presents as an exceptionally dry, clean, and subtly fibrous impression. It is not a scent in the conventional sense of a singular aromatic compound, but rather an evocative textural and atmospheric quality. It conjures the smell of fresh, unsized paper, perhaps a crisp, newly printed book, or the faint, almost imperceptible aroma of pristine cotton linen. Its intensity is inherently low, a whisper rather than a shout, acting as a neutral backdrop. It offers a cool, arid, almost sterile airiness, a 'nothingness' that paradoxically defines space. It lacks the warmth of woods or the sweetness of florals, presenting instead a lean, minimalist purity. Projection is typically intimate, clinging close to the skin like the faint static of newly unfolded fabric. Longevity is more about the lasting *impression* of dryness and cleanliness, rather than a persistent scent molecule, often serving as a phantom base or a constant 'breathing space' in a composition.