Time Waits For No Man
Time Waits For No Man honors all the downtown types who went for it; the hippies, the punks, the grunge bands, the jazz musicians, the artists. There is a sense of mystery to the cobbled streets of downtown Manhattan. 21st century glass and chrome structures now reach skyward aligned along centuries old cobbled streets— streets that mere decades ago housed warehouses, dark and dreary, filled with produce and textiles. As time marched on, empty warehouses turned in to (sometimes legal sometimes not) cheap places for artists to live and work. Smoke-filled lofts, alive with jazz and punk music brought energy and a different type of mystery to the ever changing downtown dynamics. They went for it because Time Waits For No Man. Warm and embracing notes of tobacco absolute, cypriol, lisylang, and frankincense interweave with rose, bergamot, amber and white musk
Time Waits For No Man honors all the downtown types who went for it; the hippies, the punks, the grunge bands, the jazz musicians, the artists. There is a sense of mystery to the cobbled streets of downtown Manhattan. 21st century glass and chrome structures now reach skyward aligned along centuries old cobbled streets— streets that mere decades ago housed warehouses, dark and dreary, filled with produce and textiles. As time marched on, empty warehouses turned in to (sometimes legal sometimes not) cheap places for artists to live and work. Smoke-filled lofts, alive with jazz and punk music brought energy and a different type of mystery to the ever changing downtown dynamics. They went for it because Time Waits For No Man. Warm and embracing notes of tobacco absolute, cypriol, lisylang, and frankincense interweave with rose, bergamot, amber and white musk
Time Waits For No Man honors all the downtown types who went for it; the hippies, the punks, the grunge bands, the jazz musicians, the artists. There is a sense of mystery to the cobbled streets of downtown Manhattan. 21st century glass and chrome structures now reach skyward aligned along centuries old cobbled streets— streets that mere decades ago housed warehouses, dark and dreary, filled with produce and textiles. As time marched on, empty warehouses turned in to (sometimes legal sometimes not) cheap places for artists to live and work. Smoke-filled lofts, alive with jazz and punk music brought energy and a different type of mystery to the ever changing downtown dynamics. They went for it because Time Waits For No Man. Warm and embracing notes of tobacco absolute, cypriol, lisylang, and frankincense interweave with rose, bergamot, amber and white musk
50ml/1.7 oz hand bottled in imported Italian bottles