HAVANA

The crumbling glory of Habana Vieja exists in permanent golden hour—the light somehow always amber, always forgiving, turning decay into romance. Tobacco leaves hang in doorways to dry.

HAVANA captures that specific decadence: tobacco not as smoke but as leaf, honeyed and slightly fermented. Woody tobacco with boozy warmth—like whiskey aged in salt air.

The sweetness here is not innocent. It knows what it is doing. Smoky and beautiful, truly unisex, capturing crumbling glory in permanent golden hour.

Agarwood and tobacco open with woody warmth, neither apologizing. A boozy whiskey accord adds decadence. Vanilla strings through everything, and smoky notes linger like the best Havana evenings.

The sweetness knows exactly what it is doing: warm, slightly dangerous, impossibly inviting. A fragrance for late afternoons that become late evenings.