Imagine late-night city streets where neon pools on wet asphalt. He steps out, wearing confidence as easily as his coat. The first breath is crisp grapefruit and ginger—sharp as that moment you lock eyes across a crowded bar. Then rosemary and sage add intrigue, like secrets whispered just close enough to hear. As darkness deepens, amber and labdanum wrap around his skin, warm and enduring. It's more than presence—it’s reputation.