Romanticized maritime treachery off the Carolina coast. Briny seaweed, ocean air, and ambergris. A new prize on the horizon. Bourbon, Bergamot, and gun powder. Not for the squeamish.
Somewhere between Saturday night and Sunday morning coming down. Herbal hops and earthy hashish mixed with resinous tobacco, coffee, and agarwood. Something about moderation, yada yada yada.
2225 AD. Fallen rain on concrete, overgrown moss, and fungus. Broken vacuum tubes and ozone. Neon signs flicker and buzz. A trace of the ghost in the machine. A hint of hope shining through.
PRIMARY NOTES Fallen Rain Freesia Cyclamen Dark Sandalwood
FRAGRANCE FAMILY Earthy Green Futuristic
FRAGRANCE TYPE Light Clean
Cologne-Only
Desert Road
The road winds like a black ribbon through the Chihuahuan Desert. Heat mirages look like water on the distant blacktop. The engine hum drowns out the rest of the world, and the air smells like motor oil, a worn leather seat, creosote, and a hint of last night.
PRIMARY NOTES Petrol Leather Desert Shrubs Baked Earth Cactus Blossoms
FRAGRANCE FAMILY Green Resinous Leathery
FRAGRANCE TYPE Dusty Light
New Mainstay Fragrance
Norse Winter
Norse Winter smells like December in Scandinavia — ancient evergreen forests and sacred resins burning in snow-covered wooden halls. Fear not the long, dark winter. Stay warm and celebrate life.
After dinner drinks with George Washington Vanderbilt II in the parlor of the Biltmore Estate. Smells like Gilded Age hardwood, peppery curtains, bright citrus, and opportunity.
A dark sacrificial chamber. A golden effigy rests on an intricately carved pedestal. You grab it. Everything shakes. A giant stone ball comes rolling down. You run through clouds of burning oud, frankincense, and myrrh.