An impossible fragrance for hardened detectives who don't know their own name but somehow know that the city never really sleeps.

Be lulled into the strange pull of the Pale with fuzzy bergamot and effervescent champagne dissolving into the blackest heart of dried tea leaves. Chewy tobacco and biting black pepper evoke long nights dragging a cigarette beneath the ominous glow of Revachol's streetlamps. Parchment accord and worn sandalwood linger over earthy vetiver, pine, and patchouli, carrying the distinct scent of forgotten case files.

Stay. Have a drink. Forever.

NOTES: BLACK TEA, NEROLI, BERGAMOT, CHAMPAGNE, TOBACCO, BLACK PEPPER, PARCHMENT ACCORD, VETIVER, SANDALWOOD, PINE, PATCHOULI

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