The note of Saguaro unfurls as a remarkably dry, subtly green, and profoundly mineralic aroma. It possesses an initial crispness, reminiscent of freshly snapped succulent flesh, but without any watery quality; rather, it's an arid green, almost powdery, with an underlying waxy texture that speaks of its thick, protective skin. There's a delicate, almost ephemeral floral ghost that hovers, a whisper of the Saguaro's night-blooming white flower – clean, slightly indolic, but quickly subsumed by the dominant dry, earthy accord. Its projection is typically moderate, an introspective aura rather than an overt declaration, evolving slowly from a sharp, slightly ozonic opening to a grounding, warm mineralic heart. The longevity leans towards the mid-range, lingering as a dry, subtly woody-green echo on the skin, behaving predominantly as a heart note, occasionally flirting with the upper echelons of a unique green top.