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dive bar leather
Black sheep of the Liis family. OTM shows up to the garden party in head-to-toe distressed leather, swigging from a hip flask. This is a masc-veering scent, which I mentally group in the “speakeasy” family of boozy leathers. Ex: Bottega Veneta’s Alchemie (more smoky) or Vilhelm’s Faces of Francis (more honeyed). There’s sweet amaretto in the opening, but this soon morphs into a smoked resin. The patchouli is practically opaque and lasts days in fabric. I did enjoy the antique suede, which comes out in the drydown once the orris cleans up the act, but the first eight hours were too much sweaty leather for me.
Mental Snapshot: You’re waiting outside of a dive bar for a taxi, huddled against the cold. A handsome stranger offers you their leather jacket. It's welcome at first – warm and thick – until you’re engulfed by the scent of thousands of dive bar nights before: the spilt liquor, the cigarettes, the grease from their motorbike, the sweat of countless other strangers waiting for their taxi... You try to find a polite way to shrug it off, but it’s already begun to absorb you into its fabric…
tl;dr: leather jacket final boss
Mental Snapshot: You’re waiting outside of a dive bar for a taxi, huddled against the cold. A handsome stranger offers you their leather jacket. It's welcome at first – warm and thick – until you’re engulfed by the scent of thousands of dive bar nights before: the spilt liquor, the cigarettes, the grease from their motorbike, the sweat of countless other strangers waiting for their taxi... You try to find a polite way to shrug it off, but it’s already begun to absorb you into its fabric…
tl;dr: leather jacket final boss