Baque lovers like me will find a similarity, but it doesn’t hold. This thing goes deeper and further into the halls of tobacco. We are going into the shadows, people. This is educated whiskey here. Not that sip you take when you’re young, because there is a huge difference between a shot of what you drank then and a two-finger pour now. You need to have grown-up work to cover it, and this perfume reflects the notes of an older man’s whiskey that has been aging right along with him. The top note has rum, which candies the fruits, or more like drenches them in liquor syrup for a dark vibrant cherry and raspberry. I know his tobacco, and it is perfect for all these shadows and tunnels with oud and leather notes providing the vine for everything. This is a sweet fruity blast that is condensed, not bright. This is syrupy sweet like a stiff drink.

Resins start to come in and smoke up the joint and let you know there’s a new sheriff in town. That sheriff is a tobacco smoke tincture I’ve never seen before with that stare down that is unshaken. An unmistakable mustache is delivered with a dense guaiac wood smell. Vanilla is familiar, while a natural vetiver and patchouli hold the tobacco together in the base for a boozy dry down. There are two big transitions with different wafts of fruit, booze, and woods moving around. Overall, this is a cold night’s dream that warms the entire room for an intellectual masculine wear. This is a man’s man tobacco and booze. Don’t worry, ladies; I see you pulling it off as well (if you’re into the notes) to show the man who’s a woman.