The note of Curupita unfolds with a profound, almost ancient complexity, reminiscent of a rainforest floor after a tropical downpour. Its initial impression is a deep, damp earthiness, interwoven with a subtle, almost lactonic creaminess that hints at exotic, fleshy fruits just beyond ripeness. As it settles, a rich, dark woodiness emerges, not dry or splintered, but smooth and polished, like petrified timber imbued with centuries of moisture. There's a faint, almost imperceptible whisper of green sap and a delicate, ethereal floralcy that hovers just above the heavier elements, preventing it from becoming overly dense. It possesses a remarkable tenacity, clinging to the skin with a velvety texture, projecting with a quiet, dignified sillage that invites closeness rather than announcing itself loudly. It behaves predominantly as a tenacious base note, anchoring compositions with its unique, grounding presence, though its initial nuances can briefly touch the heart.