A little whiskey..
A little tobaccy..
A little patchouli..
A little post-coital sweetness.. or perhaps a little poppy seed paste.
This is a comfort scent that dries down to furs and lingering stories. I like it very very much. The poppy is that of poppy seed pastries with their sweet nutty quality rather than anything floral. Bury your face in a warm red fur, your ears burning in the cold and breath in deeply. Oh the leather settees in smoking rooms that fur has draped itself over.. the cedar chests at the foot of beds it has been discarded upon. How beautiful to think of fur gathering moments as the years go by and warming them for those who later seek them out.
"Vechernyaya: The Evening Star
Three white musks with poppy and patchouli."