Mezcal in the mustache, the devil dressed tidy in his snakeskin boot, black pepper magic, the fire left burning as its flame gasps to smolder. Sunken eyes and salacious smiles, dice thrown against the table, that brand new leather jacket and its first dip in exhaust, the guitar burns but the song plays on...Fire, Atum.
White citrus, black pepper, sandalwood, vetiver, patchouli, birch
Blended with care and hand-poured in Austin, Texas
50mL spray; 80% alcohol, 20% perfume
Tinted grey glass bottle with a magnetic gold topper