Biassanòt

Smoke, perfume, another sip. It dives into the thrill, steals the scene, passes from one bar to another. When it arrives, everything begins. The moonlight reflects in its glass; the night becomes its shadow. A blend of full-bodied leather, warm smoked oud, a carnal breath of jasmine. From the last sip of coffee to the faint smoke of dawn. Until the stars fade out.