Lies have a curious way of putting just a touch of makeup on the truth.

And somehow, we come to call it beautiful.

An old film.

Its final scene.

A woman comes to take his order.

“The finest.”

Such a simple request.

But what is the finest?

A meal?

A wine?

A life?

Or perhaps, someone else’s?

Was the price of all his lies and sins

ever worthy of that perfect moment?

The film never answers.

Only the sun continues to shine upon him.

This fragrance is an homage to that final scene.

Sparkling citrus.

Dry green notes.

White blossoms touched with morning dew.

Then, the cool transparency of a sea breeze glides across the skin,

leaving behind the quiet trail of white musk.

It is fresh.

It is radiant.

And yet…

What remains in the end

is not “the finest.”

It is rum.

Rum belongs in the dim corner of a bar,

never beneath the blazing sun.

Beautiful.

Beautiful enough to ruin you.

And still,

we cannot look away.

That is why we choose to wear beautiful lies.

ALIBI