Thai Tabac

From underground free-jazz joints to rugged Cuban country-side sundowns, to high rise business penthouses, this oil was worn at the birth of cool.

All charisma, ‘deep, warm, masculine and dignified.’ This is the fragrance John Steinbeck and Tony Montana alike would have wished they could wear.

Without a trace of that overwhelming burnt leather note that kills so many tobacco perfumes, toffee, cream, earthy honey-smoked vanilla, and a touch of suave fuse into a vintage mood that, even if for only a moment, melts your every concern.

Deliberately ditching the citrusy, sweet-sharp topnotes perfumers tend to use to counter the richness of tobacco, this is a bare-bones, hardcore pipe-in-hand aroma that gives you the eye, instead of a smile. Thai Tabac’s old-school groove lets you ride the Mother Road, and lets your lady ditch her high heels for a leather jacket.

Decadent, edgy, have-it-with-a-strong-cup-of-coffee. Instead of lemon and orange, think vetiver, hay and juniper berry, and aged patchouli. You won’t pick up any citrus notes that try to tame the fragrance. Thai Tabac is all leaf and leather, with a powdery incense note wallowing behind the curtain.

For him, or her, day or night, Thai Tabac’s got a gentlemanly sophistication Lincoln could bear, and the courteous flare that lives up to Hannah Arendt’s debonair.