At first light, the mountain is silent. Frost clings to the pines, and the air is thin, biting at your lungs. A sharp burst of bergamot and lemon slices through the cold, mingling with the fiery spark of fresh ginger—your first breath at the summit.
As the sun climbs, a cool green breeze drifts over the ridgeline swaying in the wind, and the faint heat of white pepper stirs in the stillness. Jasmine blooms low in the valley, a soft reminder that life endures even in the coldest heights.
By nightfall, the fire is lit. The scent of cedarwood drifts from the forest edge, grounded in the dark, earthy pull of Tahitian vetiver. The air is cold, the night is still, and the mountain stands eternal.
Frostfire captures the bite of cold mountain air with crisp citrus and sharp ginger cut through fresh white pepper, grounded by cedarwood, pine and earthy vetiver.
