05/02/2026

Vetiverses
6 Reviews

Vetiverses
1
Remains of the Day
Someone lied to us! We were expecting the aromatic ambience of a private club, with rich, old-ass white guys swirling brandy balloons and self-congratulating themselves on shorting the most recent tanking stock thanks to some inside info. (We hate those people.) lnstead, Swiss Arabian’s Tobacco 01 opens with an apple accord, bordering on–actually, openly flaunting–gourmand adjacentness. In fact, if the name was something like, “Grandma’s Apple Pie”, it would make total sense. But this is not some uber sweet honey crisp, or pink lady. Nay, nay. The pink pepper and licorice conspire to conjure something unexpected: not a honeyed, yielding apple, but a granny smith — tart, bright, a little defiant. The kind of apple that makes good pies precisely because it doesn’t surrender its edge. And yet, warm all the same. For now, the tobacco and incense play supporting roles, warming the the apple to something that conjures images of a pie resting on a sill, curtains gently disturbed by a warm summer breeze. Better not let Jim Levenstein know.nnIn the heart, something tropical stirs — quietly, privately. Asian tropical, not Caribbean. No boozy drinks, fragrant oils and suntan lotion; no loud colors and crowded shores. We sit apart from the crowd, alone, with only our thoughts and our senses. Unhurried, watching the last light leave the sky. There is warmth here, but the warmth of what remains rather than what burns. A fire has been, but no more. Coals smolder, patient, occasionally exhaling, softly. Labdanum, amber and ylang-ylang soften Tobacco 01’s patchouli to a warm sunset, rather than a cool sunrise: the remains of the day, not the promise of a new.nnThe tobacco finally arrives in the drydown, not as itself but as its ghost. This is black Cavendish rather than raw leaf — sweet, soft, already processed by time and habit. This is the tobacco we take from the shop , not the tobacco burning in the pipe. It does not announce. It lingers the way presence lingers after its occupant has gone — tobacco-soaked curtains and carpets, plush upholstery, the scent of absence rather than the act of smoking. Pappy is gone and he’s not coming back. What remains is the vanilla and honey of his memory, the cashmere softness of his favorite chair, and a subtle spice lingering in his pipe. Not a smoke room. A sanctuary. Not the fire. The warmth it left behind
Updated on 05/02/2026



Apple
Plum
Cumin
Liquorice
Pink pepper
Ylang-ylang
Patchouli
Amber
Labdanum
Cashmere
Honey
Musk
Tobacco
Vanilla
Sandalwood








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