
MEXICO, 10:00pm
The smell of danger on every street corner reminds us that no-one is master of their emotions.
Follow the asphalt, Iztapalapa, a dead end. And a beautiful and mysterious woman, forbidden desire...
In the whispered roar, she says the words, Black Tar.
Poisons have many guises but these may linger even as they grow fainter.
The smell of danger on every street corner reminds us that no-one is master of their emotions.
Follow the asphalt, Iztapalapa, a dead end. And a beautiful and mysterious woman, forbidden desire...
In the whispered roar, she says the words, Black Tar.
Poisons have many guises but these may linger even as they grow fainter.
Top Notes
Clove, Concrete, Canary Islands juniper, Labdanum, Indian tuberose, Gaiac wood, Indonesian patchouli, Moss, Vetiver, Amberwood
Clove, Concrete, Canary Islands juniper, Labdanum, Indian tuberose, Gaiac wood, Indonesian patchouli, Moss, Vetiver, Amberwood
Heart Notes
Base Notes