I belong to the aristocracy of the forest. When attacked, I defend myself by secreting a resin that makes me rarer and more precious than gold!
A face-off between oud and leather, circling each other, avoiding, then embracing in a muscular melee. Cardamom, pink berries, and saffron fuel the duel, while cedar and vetiver quietly observe.
Boxer's dressing room. The leather gloves await their owner. Reassuring ritual before heading into battle, fumigations of oud and sage spread their spirals of courage to face destiny.
