In a hotel of Havana, sizzling under the stubborn sun of the Revolution, fierce overtones of leather and tobacco meddle with resolution the waxy silence of wood. Breaking out of the cool dimness, sly grimaces emerge, framed by the smoke of cigars and the barrels of guns.
top note : rum, grapefruit, bergamot / middle : clove, oak wood, patchouli, labdanum / base : tobacco harmony, moss, leather, amber
After the rain, mist rises from the plains in an earthy haze. Wet ferns, young plants and meadows... Under the...
The perfume of old stonewalls, in the shade of cloisters and convents, this scent of fresh and mossy stone tells...
Happy as a lark, this delicious scent of fresh cupboard and of swilled down tile floors, recall the washing days...