Forest Air + Birchwood

Smells like a ridge trail at sunrise, not a windowless breakroom in a midwestern office park.

While others are more than content to get their dose of nature from the ‘epic’ screensavers on their computers, Duke Cannon heads straight to the source. Walking along a ridgeline, he pauses and takes a deep breath, savoring the clean, crisp air. Exchanging a subtle nod with an eagle flying overhead, he then continues his trek, with no finish line in sight.