Before the war, the tower was a resort for only the wealthiest and most powerful figures. Now it stands as an elitist settlement within the Capital Wasteland - one that prohibits ghouls from taking up residence. 
 
Like the illustrious Alistair Tenpenny himself, the tower smells of fancy brahmin leather, the finest Vault-Tec bourbon, rich dark amber, demanding bergamot, hand-rolled ditch tobacco, fortified cactus blossom, and a dangerous whiff of black pepper. 
 
This is a madness reserved for the obscenely rich. 
 
 
NOTES: LEATHER, BOURBON, DARK AMBER, BERGAMOT, TOBACCO, CACTUS BLOSSOM, BLACK PEPPER
 
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