
The smell of danger at every corner reminds us that no one owns their emotions. Follow the asphalt, Iztapalapa, a dead end. And a beautiful and mysterious woman, a forbidden desire… In the whispered roar, she speaks the words, Black Tar. Poisons have many disguises, but these can linger even when they fade.
How it wears
Seasons

Shares Guaiac Wood, Tuberose

Shares Guaiac Wood, Tuberose; Citrus accord

Shares Guaiac Wood; Citrus accord

Shares Guaiac Wood; Citrus accord

Shares Guaiac Wood

Shares Guaiac Wood; Citrus accord

Shares Guaiac Wood

Shares Guaiac Wood

Shares Tuberose, Vetiver

Shares Guaiac Wood; Citrus accord

Shares Guaiac Wood, Vetiver

Shares Guaiac Wood, Vetiver; Citrus accord