Beirute

Beirute opens with a sharp burst of lime and black pepper that stings the nostrils, cooled immediately by mint's crystalline breath. The heart softens into crisp apple and ginger warmth, while a ghost of vodka's clean burn cuts through, keeping everything bright and slightly dizzy. As it settles, salt rises first—a mineral, skin-like dryness that grounds the sweetness of tonka bean and amber creeping in beneath, their vanilla-wood warmth finally anchored by precious woods that turn the whole thing woody and dry, almost dusty, until only salt and amber linger on the skin.