Standing close to these trees, cedar cones emanate a whiff of fresh wood with a hint of resin. But as you walk deeper into the forest, you see this poetry, like scenery, change every step of the way.

Cones are large, barrel-shaped and generally sit upright on the branch. Unhelpfully, many cedars don’t follow the growth form defined in the alliterative mantra, ‘ascending Atlas, level Lebanon, ...