Nostalgic Investigator

When past and future merge into a beautiful melancholy. For lost souls in search of meaning.

Vera lit a cigarette with the glowing tip of a bionic finger. It had been a long time since inhaling that toxic smoke was a challenge to death, thanks to her synthetic lungs. What remained was the elegance of the gesture, the cinematic nostalgia. Under the bar’s pale twilight light, she took a sip of bourbon. She thought, with nostalgia, of the intoxication now beyond her reach: an artificial liver with enhanced filtration. She settled the bill with a retinal scan, turned up the collar of her dark wool coat, put on her hat—also nocturnal—and stepped out into an anonymous alley, a dark thread in the vast metropolitan web.

Nostalgic Investigator is a fragrance that plunges the wearer into a world hidden in the shadows, somewhere between noir and cyberpunk. A lively burst of ginger infuses it with its fiery character, before sweeping the wearer into a futuristic jazz club, through the cigarette smoke, toward a secret, velvety alcove where bourbon is sipped with solemnity.