When you hike in Winter, it's totally a different experience from a walk in another season. The ground crunches slightly underfoot. Birds flit from barren branch to woody thicket. The air is cold and sharp until you exhale it in warm puffs.
The woods in Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's (BPAL) Woods in Winter are full of barren trees, icy streams, and juniper drooping from the weight of snow.
This is a fairly masculine scent, if you need a label, though the soft juniper (think: gin) scent is a great seasonal choice for anyone who wants to "go there" but without smelling like a G&T or the cardboard pinetree hanging from the rearview.
I really like Woods in Winter, even though it's not at all what I was expecting (I was thinking "cold, white, icy" but got "still, grey, barren").
I'll definitely be wearing this one on cold days when I want to sink into the mood (rather than trying to fight it with a warm cozy scent).
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the hill,
That overbrows the lonely vale.
O'er the bare upland, and away
Through the long reach of desert woods,
The embracing sunbeams chastely play,
And gladden these deep solitudes.
Where, twisted round the barren oak,
The summer vine in beauty clung,
And summer winds the stillness broke,
The crystal icicle is hung.
Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs
Pour out the river's gradual tide,
Shrilly the skater's iron rings,
And voices fill the woodland side.
Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!
But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
Wild hemlock and juniper berries scattered in the snow beneath leafless trees bedecked with glittering icicles.