Top Shelf Extrait de Parfum
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Onyx Musk & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Onyx Musk & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.
*New Zealand dollars
The four words “Top Shelf please Ma’am” spilled from his mouth like a sultry sugar cube, poisoned with one too many bitters.
How I wish I knew the stranger sitting in my view. Hat lay nestled on an oil scrubbed bar, worn leather overcoat just a touch more rugged than his gaze, sending prickles up my spine. I steal a glance in his direction. He looks as if he’s been riding for days, collar ashen from a fire. He slides a pipe between his parched lips. The air around him not nearly as dry, surrounded by a haze of rich smoke. My heart beats to the rhythm of his fingers drumming over the rum soaked glass. I long to caress his greasy jawbone, tattered with a hard days stubble. If he really is a good man, he’s to far outta my reach. He’s Top Shelf.
Notes of New Zealand Totara extract, New Zealand Ambergris, Burnt Amber, Leather, Civet, Ash, Onyx Musk & Tobacco Absolute.
*Prices seen are in New Zealand dollars.