Top Notes

Toasted coconut

Spiced Jamaican rum

Sun warmed skin

Base Notes

Vanilla cream

Tonka

Pimento wood

Nutmeg

This is a fragrance that smolders. It’s rich, warm, and transportive—not in a sugary, cocktail-on-the-beach way, but in the way a slow-burning fire glows under a sky streaked with the last embers of daylight. It’s tropical, sure, but not in the obvious, sunscreen-and-fruity-drink sense. No, this is the scent of heat rising off skin, of salt drying on sun-bronzed shoulders, of something wild humming just beneath the surface.

A deep, musky sweetness lingers, threaded with the bite of sun-scorched spice and the kind of warmth that clings long after the night fades. It’s the air after the storm. There’s a whisper of resin and vanilla, not the cupcake kind, but the kind aged in barrels and cracked open under moonlight.

It doesn’t ask for attention—it owns it. It rolls in like a slow, confident riff, a little dark, a little reckless, leaving a trace of heat and mystery in its wake. This isn’t just a scent—it’s an atmosphere, a mood, a damn good story waiting to be told.

In a convertable with the top down.

On a beach...with the top down.

When you dream of the heat of summer.

When you are the heat of summer.