rūḥ al-jabal

rūḥ al-jabal 🇩🇿

by Étoile Noire

Cedars rise in a shadowed cascade,
Atlas winds carve where legends are made.
Smoke on the breeze, deep in its glow,
Not just a scent—it’s a mountain show.

Resin and earth, strength on parade,
Confidence breathes in rūḥ al-jabal’s shade.
It doesn’t bow, it carves the way—
This isn’t perfume… it’s stone in spray.

Cedarwood Atlas 01/01/26