Floorboards creak under the weight of your feet, as though they are made merely of ancient splinters holding hands. Lightning crashes in the distance, illuminating the bay through the windows at the far end of the room. Inside, a bearded man lights up a pipe and the bartender pours out a frosted beer. But out there on the bay, deep under the water, a tentacled monster begins to rise toward the surface. The lightning has awakened it, and it is hungry.
Earthy, woody, and with a spicy bite. This smells exactly like walking into an old seaside dive bar. Cuban tobacco flowers, white cedar, black pepper, clove bud, cinnamon, bergamot, bay rum, and tonka bean.