Gritti Biassanòt

Smoke, scent, another shot. He soaks in the buzz, steals the scene, swaps one bar with another. As he arrives, everything starts. The moonlight nestles in his glass; the night becomes his shadow. A full-bodied leather blend, warm smoky oud, a carnal breath of jasmine. From the last whiff of coffee to the pale fumes of dawn. Until the stars burn out.