Top Shelf Attar 3ml
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Handmade notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, New Zealand Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Musk of Onyx & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Handmade notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, New Zealand Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Musk of Onyx & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Handmade notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, New Zealand Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Musk of Onyx & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.