Perfumer H Tobacco

Tobacco by Perfumer H, or as I like to see it, a walk through the woods of civilisation.

A tour through the parties, restaurants, conversations, bars and life of society, of field and street, good, bad and fun behaviour. 

A truly modern perfume.

Masculine.

Out the bottle that instant hint of classic, just never cliché nor clubby, perhaps a brief touch of the barber shop, but more the hot towel at the end which opens senses and relaxes mind. 

Then it subverts, away from the expected, becoming deep, with the whispered on the breeze quality which defines Lyn Harris’ work. 

Amber meets tobacco with sage, rose, dried herbs and woods. You can almost picture it, but you can’t, because whilst this is instantly desirable it takes the least expected road, away from others, somewhere more sophisticated, alluringly elegant and confident.

A master’s work.

It feels no need to shout, preferring to quietly compliment the patina of life, I know when I’m not wearing it.

Right now, it feels as if life is being lived in memories, half glimpsed moments from the past of a daily reality that I took for granted.

Sat on my desk in its seductively hipped Michael Ruh bottle, more sculpture than grooming vessel, it is a reminder, not one which makes me sad, but one which confirms that the good times will come again.