To My Father

We start in the late summer. Sun beating down over a blue lake for a day of canoeing at the family cabin. The whiskey served out on the deck is neat and garnished with a thick orange peel, slightly over ripe and bursting with oily zest. Swaying pines filter sunlight from above through fresh and bright needles. Then autumn sweeps in. A well warn and cherished leather coat is pulled from a heavy wooden wardrobe while a fire is lit downstairs. Something spicy warms the cabin now. Drying citrus and pine boughs maybe. The air is still so alive with the woods. Finally, the coziest winter settles in over our cabin and the fireplace is draped with garlands of that same pithy orange, now brittle and darkened, heating and blending beautifully with more pine branches brought in from the snow scape outside. Old leather, sappy and warm woods, boozy citrus openings drying to spicy cozy heaven. To My Father has it all. The story telling is immaculate. The transition of seasons this embodies is unlike anything else I've tried. Not only a work of art but a remarkably wearable one. I cannot wait to get my hands on more once I empty this sample bottle.

I purchased this recently in high summer and all I'm wishing for right now is a bitter cold morning, with clear skies and fallen leaves, throw on some jeans a pair lumber boots and a thick cable sweater and you're right there... Opens with a beautiful boozy warm orange, you know that orange peel you light to extract the oil to make the best Olde Fashioned, that! After about 15 minutes it transforms into a honeyed pipe tobacco which is just devine, the orange has gone now but a sweetness stays like a faint candied peel you get in Christmas cake. It doesn't remind me of my father but it does remind me of the warmth and glow of Autumns past. This hugs you and doesn't let go.. Amazing 😍

To My Father is in my opinion linear and smells like birdfeed. Or is it horsefeed? It's very nostalgic, but doesn't smell old. Smells like a memory. It's really nice, and exceedingly long-lasting. I'm talking over 12 hours without losing potency. It's a scent that I don't want to smell like, because it's not perfumey or cologney, but when I spray it on my hand, I enjoy getting hit in the nose with it all day AND night. Puts me in a happy mood. Again, the longevity is comically persistent. No fragrance should last that long with just one tiny spray. It's crazy!

Absolutely love this. I agree with the reviewer who says this has a lot in common with Chicago High and also for me Smoke Show. I find the HEAVY booziness of CH a bit sickly and I love SS but find it a bit one-note. To My Father is the perfect mid point between the two for me. I don't get much leather but plenty of smoke and the whisky note is soft. There's also a sweetness in the mix, like caramel or burnt toffee. Get me a bottle STAT

Picture an elderly on a leather rocking chair in a log cabin in the wilderness with a whiskey glass and a pipe on the side table. That’s what To My Father smells like to me. The whiskey was too light and too swift to depart. The green scent was wonderful. The tobacco leather wood combo was great. All in all this is a great olfactory scene for me.