Carambolage

Five guys in a car. The night creeps over the hood. The empty road stretches out. Tires whisper to the asphalt. The leather creaks. A bad turn. Too fast, too late. Silence hits hard. Then, the crash. 1:12 AM. Everything explodes. Torn leather and shattered glass. Fear sinks into clothes and hands. Then, heavy silence. Five lives suspended. Am I done? 1:13 AM. A door opens. The night covers it all. The road goes on. This is a bold leathery and woody journey.

The scent hits you with sharp rhubarb and cold metallic notes. It feels like a fast night drive. The heart reveals dark cade and rich myrrh, wrapped in heavy leather and styrax. The base grounds you with smoky guaiac wood, crisp virginia cedar, and raw siberian pine.