Tobacco Smoke (Accord)

Smells exactly like stepping into a warm, smoky room—rich and unmistakably authentic, not perfumey at all. One tiny dab lasts for hours on my scarf, and I keep catching whiffs that make me want to bury my nose in it.

I dabbed a little on my wrist before bed and woke up still catching whiffs of it, which surprised me for an accord. It’s smoky and dry, not sweet at all, exactly like sitting near a pipe in a leather chair. I’ve been reaching for it every evening since.

The first time I wore it, someone asked if I'd been sitting by a bonfire—that's how true the smoke note is. It’s artistic in the best way, feeling more like a memory than a perfume. Definitely one I’ll reach for on cool evenings.