DUSK SIX Eau de Parfum

Inspired by a short mafia AU I wrote separately with The Blight. I imagined a bar that only exists between the hours of six and six...the afterhours when the sun bleeds amber and the city stops pretending to be nonchalant. Smoke curls slow in that night, and the clink of glasses sounds like a gunshot.

Top with amber, of course, mysteriously sweet in the first glance and turns smoky the next. Perhaps spices cinnamon, maybe. Incense. Or something closer to tobacco? The kind that lingers on collars. And beneath it all, the quiet, unnamed oud, and the warm vanilla.