Imagine Mother Nature herself kicking down your door with a pumpkin-spice latte in one hand and a fistful of crunchy leaves in the other. This bar is a chaotic symphony of mandarins, lilies, forbidden fruits and a whisper of tobacco like your mysterious ex who only texts when Mercury’s in retrograde. Finished off with patchouli, sandalwood, amber and vanilla – basically autumn bottled up and ready to slap you in the nostrils. Cozy, boujee and ever so slightly feral.