Interlude Man for men

Scent story

To me this smells like evening aarti at a temple that is much older than the city around it — the priest has just thrown a handful of loban onto the coals and the whole courtyard fills with smoke so thick you can taste it. Oregano crackles through the incense like dry leaves catching fire, and underneath there is leather, dark and animalic, like the strap of an ancient dhol. It does not calm down, it does not apologize, it just keeps burning. The famous blue-bottle storm, and every bit as turbulent as they say. Not for beginners — beginners stay away.

⚠ Not for beginners