Black Sea.
It smells like the part of the ocean where poor people get asked to leave.
I wore it today and immediately started looking at people like they should’ve scheduled a meeting before talking to me.
It’s salty without smelling like the beach.
Fresh without smelling like shower gel.
Dark without smelling heavy.
It’s the fragrance equivalent of saying,
“I’ll have my people call your people.”
Meanwhile I’m driving a Ram Rebel and debating whether I really need guacamole on my burrito.
This stuff doesn’t make you smell rich.
It makes you temporarily forget your checking account exists.
9.8/10. Easy.







































































