Biassanot

Smoke, perfume, another shot. He immerses himself in the atmosphere, steals the scene, exchanges one bar for another. When he arrives, everything begins. The moonlight nestles in his glass; the night becomes his shadow. A full-bodied blend of leather, a warm smoky oud, a carnal whiff of jasmine. From the last sip of coffee to the pale vapors of dawn. Until the stars fade.