A poem with the sweet and sensual scent of tobacco, a tribute to individuals burning their lives at both ends.
Excessive to the point of delirium, celebrating life in the most absolute luxury, they only know one thing: time flies by; life must therefore be lived and celebrated to the maximum of its intensity. Dangerously, inexorably, the time of disenchantment will soon come. A case of smoke, a screen for our lost illusions, as tragic as it is fascinating.
“Quickly, quickly, the end of the world!” Our existence depends on urgency.
Under the sound of the cannons, the champagne corks display their dresses. Could they be on fire?
Through the smoke box, this day has blue eyes.” Serge Lutens

Base Notes:Rum
Heart notes: Tobacco
Top notes: Cocoa