Subversif Brecourt 2016

A charismatic dandy man in a fine-taylored black suit, crimson scarf, and a dark cosy overcoat, which as well carries the heavy scent of the recently-smoked tobacco, having a solitary walk on a crisp winter eve with the faint moonlight gently lighting up the dark sky.

The scent goes towards the sweeter direction in the dry down stage, but deep down there is still something bleak to it. The whole progression of the scent reminds me of the evolution of Doriran Gray, in Wilde’s literary masterpiece. Through the passage of time, the fruity opening gives its place to the heavier scents emitted from cinnamon and tobacco. And it’s right there where the scent ends; right where Dorian Gray ends. Dark, Full of Mystery, and Bleak...