Top Notes 
Ginger
Litsea cubeba
Lime
Heart Notes 
Cola
Coffee
Osmanthus
Base Notes 
Oud
Rum
Tobacco
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The Window to the Night
For hours now, summer has been bottling itself up in the canyons of the city. Now the bricks release their glow into the night. No wind blows through the open window, a lamp still faintly glows with some laurel, there’s still a taste of sharp ginger, wandering with the lights in the sky around the room. Life out there rushes like the sea.
It must be from cola. Its spray silently drifts through the room, with the remnants of bottles in the courtyard, the rum and the smoke that still lingers, through which the old sofa passes, away with the leather that still remained. Then the joints in the cobblestones steam, there the rum seeps with the cola remnants between tobacco fibers and peach bits into the warm streaks of earth.
You lie on the ceiling of your old-style room, shimmering in smoky colors like amber, a warm cloth of summer scent flows through your open window to the night.
**
Anne-Sophie Behagel created two fragrances with Black Tar and "Type Writer | Parfumerie Particulière" that, in my opinion, are masterpieces in the use of spaces within dense matter. In Black Tar, nature seems to dance lightly through the tar, in Type Writer, green woods shimmer through soot and leather.
"Tabage Nocturne" takes a similar direction, only here nothing seems to float, there is clearly less lightness. The material is a tightly woven cloth, in which at the beginning for a few moments the fresh components (Litsea, lime, and ginger) flicker, before the dominant cola at the heart flows together with white rum, peachy osmanthus, a hint of light tobacco, and minimal leathery-earthy oud to ultimately leave a smoky-leathery ambered, almost urban stuffy overall impression. The scent from the courtyard flows moderately to softly for a good seven hours through the window to the night.
(With thanks to DufterMann)
It must be from cola. Its spray silently drifts through the room, with the remnants of bottles in the courtyard, the rum and the smoke that still lingers, through which the old sofa passes, away with the leather that still remained. Then the joints in the cobblestones steam, there the rum seeps with the cola remnants between tobacco fibers and peach bits into the warm streaks of earth.
You lie on the ceiling of your old-style room, shimmering in smoky colors like amber, a warm cloth of summer scent flows through your open window to the night.
**
Anne-Sophie Behagel created two fragrances with Black Tar and "Type Writer | Parfumerie Particulière" that, in my opinion, are masterpieces in the use of spaces within dense matter. In Black Tar, nature seems to dance lightly through the tar, in Type Writer, green woods shimmer through soot and leather.
"Tabage Nocturne" takes a similar direction, only here nothing seems to float, there is clearly less lightness. The material is a tightly woven cloth, in which at the beginning for a few moments the fresh components (Litsea, lime, and ginger) flicker, before the dominant cola at the heart flows together with white rum, peachy osmanthus, a hint of light tobacco, and minimal leathery-earthy oud to ultimately leave a smoky-leathery ambered, almost urban stuffy overall impression. The scent from the courtyard flows moderately to softly for a good seven hours through the window to the night.
(With thanks to DufterMann)
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