Caroline Francis Canyon at Midnight

The desert at night asks nothing of you except that you pay attention. Canyon at Midnight is that invitation.

A spark of crackling ember opens the fragrance — warm, slightly acrid, the unmistakable smell of a fire left to breathe. Blood orange catches the ember's light, bright and fleeting, while cedar sweeps in dry and tall and certain. Musk settles at the base: quiet, animal, the scent of the canyon floor after the sun is gone.