Dusk around a campfire, a peace pipe, a fine-grain whiskey on your tongue. A communal exhale with nowhere to be. Lingering smoke grazes the air as the cypress tree stands still. A gaze into the eye of nature's mystery. Wild and warming, Smokehouse is a sensual place of earth and fire, love and loss, immortality and comfort.
This is Smokehouse. Notes of Cypress, Tobacco, Leather, and Santal.
