The Tragedy of Lord George Penhaligon's 2016

I was excited about the perfume at first. The story fits the fragrance so well. A gentleman, a lord, a real guy. One leg bent on a tree stump, shotgun leaning over it. The view into the distance. Yet somehow that was not a long love. When I smell it, the image of a glass of brandy pops into my head more and more often. Smoky pub, cigar smell. As it is in life, it was unfortunately only a short intermezzo.