Top Notes 
Liquorice
Mandarin orange
Star anise
Heart Notes 
Benzoin
Tobacco absolute
Cinnamon
Base Notes 
Roasted tonka bean
Cypriol
Leather
08/28/2025
Gyokuro2021
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... where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day
The night is warm and heavy, the rain has polished the streets to a shine. A bar at the end of the alley, voices like muffled trumpets, tobacco smoke hangs over the room. Whoever enters here leaves reality behind. And this is exactly how Havana Gold opens up: unobtrusive, cuddly, like a promise in the semi-darkness.
Steely Dan flickers in the background: the line "Biscayne Bay, where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day" sounds from Doctor Wu But we are not in Cuba ... it is an imagined retreat, a dream that exists only in our minds. Havana Gold captures this floating: a subtle hint of heat, tobacco and old wood, seen through a tinted window, never directly, always as a reflection.
You could be forgiven for thinking that the streetlights are casting their golden light on wet cobblestones, while a soft groove pulsates in the background. Voices mingle with saxophone runs that caress rather than push. Everything has a touch of wickedness; a shimmering in the shadows, a warmth that is barely expressed and the hint of a night that promises more than it can deliver.
Havana Gold is not a wanderlust perfume, but an escape fragrance. A brief, subtle escape from everyday life, like a secret side window into another world. It carries the elegance of distance, the suggestion of a freedom that you never quite have, but feel for a moment. Every breath touches like a fleeting kiss, a warm shadow on the skin that clings without demanding.
Those who wear it do not really travel. But sometimes it is enough to inhale this fragrance to make time flow more slowly. Havana Gold thus becomes a small, fleeting feast for the senses: sensual, elegant, mysterious. And like a Steely Dan song that lingers in your head long after the music has faded.
Steely Dan flickers in the background: the line "Biscayne Bay, where the Cuban gentlemen sleep all day" sounds from Doctor Wu But we are not in Cuba ... it is an imagined retreat, a dream that exists only in our minds. Havana Gold captures this floating: a subtle hint of heat, tobacco and old wood, seen through a tinted window, never directly, always as a reflection.
You could be forgiven for thinking that the streetlights are casting their golden light on wet cobblestones, while a soft groove pulsates in the background. Voices mingle with saxophone runs that caress rather than push. Everything has a touch of wickedness; a shimmering in the shadows, a warmth that is barely expressed and the hint of a night that promises more than it can deliver.
Havana Gold is not a wanderlust perfume, but an escape fragrance. A brief, subtle escape from everyday life, like a secret side window into another world. It carries the elegance of distance, the suggestion of a freedom that you never quite have, but feel for a moment. Every breath touches like a fleeting kiss, a warm shadow on the skin that clings without demanding.
Those who wear it do not really travel. But sometimes it is enough to inhale this fragrance to make time flow more slowly. Havana Gold thus becomes a small, fleeting feast for the senses: sensual, elegant, mysterious. And like a Steely Dan song that lingers in your head long after the music has faded.
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