BOGART.

Named after the slang “to Bogart”, to take without apology, to linger, to consume. Bogart is indulgent, magnetic, and a little unruly.

This fragrance doesn’t ask permission. It fills the room the way smoke does - slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore. Think velvet jackets draped over bar stools, music spilling from behind a door you weren’t supposed to open, and late-night conversations that blur the line between truth and performance.

There’s a richness here. A lived-in warmth. The scent of pleasure without polish, like an ashtray on a windowsill or lipstick on glass. It’s not clean, but it’s captivating.

Bogart is for the ones who lean in closer, who stay a little longer. It clings to skin and memory alike. A reminder that the most intoxicating things are rarely tidy.

For those who take their time and leave their mark.