Prototype 78 Dropping Sunday at 12 noon Pacific Standard Time.
It opens with dark cherry. Not sweet and playful. Deep. Ripe. Almost dangerous. The kind of note that pulls you in before you even realize it.
Then it turns.
Osmanthus comes alive. Rich. Seductive. There’s a quiet intensity to it that wraps around the cherry and drags it into something darker. Smoked oak starts to rise underneath it. Warm. Dry. Like standing next to a fire that’s been burning all night.
And then the weight settles in.
Cypriol from India. Dark musk. Leather.
This is where it anchors. Thick. Grounded. Masculine in a way that doesn’t ask for attention but gets it anyway. Like worn leather in the driver’s seat of an old truck. Like smoke clinging to your jacket after a long night.
This isn’t a clean, safe scent.
This is depth. This is edge. This is presence.
Prototype 78 wasn’t made to blend in. It was made to leave a mark.
