Smells like: hinoki cypress / cedar / wood smoke / amber / musk
No one knows exactly where she came from: some say she stepped straight out of a late-night poker hall in Reno, and others swore she drifted down from the velvet balcony of a Vegas cabaret.
But everyone who knows her agrees: Lady Luck doesn’t follow fortune; fortune follows her. She wears confidence like a tailored coat, and mischief like a signature accessory. Her smile is the kind that makes you believe you’re in on the joke, and her gaze carries the quiet promise that something unforgettable is always about to happen.