If you give up all vices, you won’t live longer. It will only seem longer to you. In connection with Santal, your very existence is an act of rebellion. On Monday morning you’re enjoying a correto instead of a boring espresso and the eyes of strangers quietly ask you "What do you do for a living?"

Smoky cardamom with a hint of raspberry and a pinch of thyme is complemented by smooth iris, pungent saffron and oriental nagarmotha in the heart. Everything is conducted by decadent sandalwood, animalic castoreum and leather.