This is an appropriate scent to wear when drinking whisky. Pipe smoke dominates, initially, the sneezy, powdery memory of sticking my nose into my Dad’s tobacco jar (a naughty childhood habit that it’s just occurred to me might be responsible for my perma-sniffle). But when that dies down, there’s a luxury to this; chocolate and whisky kisses in a bordello. It’s heady but not stimulating – soporific and musky. Red silk pillows and a chaise lounge, and the sinking gutter of a candle, finally winking out.
Disclaimer: I am not a perfume expert, nor am I sponsored by BPAL or, indeed, anyone.
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