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An Ambiguous Masculinity
Soft, worn-in leather. A beautiful Ceylon black tea. The sharpness of cardamom in the opening and the dull static of cedar in the drydown. I'm sitting in a boutique tea store drinking something far more expensive than I can afford. The building is old and slightly musty but the tea and leather overpower any scent that could offend. Somewhere in this giant room sits a single sugar cube.
It's sexy in a tweed jacket sort of way, it draws attention, and it lasts forever, so be careful. You've definitely smelt this before, but this one has something mysterious and refined about it. So totally not my style and yet I'm magnetized to it when I wear it.
It's sexy in a tweed jacket sort of way, it draws attention, and it lasts forever, so be careful. You've definitely smelt this before, but this one has something mysterious and refined about it. So totally not my style and yet I'm magnetized to it when I wear it.