SCENT DESCRIPTION
SMOKIN' GUN ISN'T YOUR AVERAGE CAMPFIRE FRAGRANCE, AND IT ISN'T FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. THIS FRAGRANCE TAKES YOU BACK TO A HIDDEN SPEAKEASY, THE AIR THICK WITH A POTENT, ALMOST MEDICINAL SMOKE AND LACED WITH GUNPOWDER. IT OPENS WITH A PUNCH TO THE SENSES – BITTER CAMPARI, A SHOT OF SPICED RUM, AND A JOLT OF CITRUS SHARP ENOUGH TO CUT THROUGH THE HAZE. BUT A DIFFERENT KIND OF SMOKE LINGERS BENEATH – THE THICK, EARTHY SMOKINESS OF A HEAVILY PEATED WHISKY. AS IT SETTLES, THE PEAT TAKES CENTER STAGE. IMAGINE THE FINEST ISLAY SINGLE MALT, ITS SMOKINESS NOT OF WOOD BUT OF ANCIENT BOGS, INTERLACED WITH A THICK, SWIRLING CLOUD OF INCENSE. THIS ISN'T A CAMPFIRE, IT'S A BONFIRE OF OPULENCE – WORN LEATHER, RICH OAK, A DUSTING OF CINNAMON. YET, THERE'S A WILDNESS TO IT, A LINGERING GUNPOWDER TANG THAT WHISPERS OF UNTAMED INDULGENCE. IN THE DRY DOWN, THE FRAGRANCE REVEALS AN INTENSELY LUXURIOUS BASE. THE FINEST VIRGINIA CEDARWOOD AND VELVETY BALKAN TOBACCO COMBINE, THEIR SMOKE LACED WITH RELENTLESS PEAT AND A HINT OF REBELLION. A CREAMY VANILLA AND SMOOTH SANDALWOOD LINGER ON THE SKIN, A FAINT SWEETNESS AMIDST A LINGERING HAZE THAT EVOKES A WILD COASTLINE AND UNTAMED INDULGENCE. THIS ISN'T FOR THE CAUTIOUS. IT'S FOR THOSE SOMEONE WHO CRAVES THE THRILL OF THE UNKNOWN, THE INTOXICATING RUSH OF A WORLD WHERE THE FAMILIAR HAS BEEN LEFT BEHIND. IT'S FOR THOSE WHO FIND BEAUTY IN RAW POWER, COMPLEXITY, AND AUDACITY.
