In the 1920s, alcohol was illegal in New York and the city drank anyway. Behind unmarked doors on West 27th Street, speakeasies served cherry liqueur, honeyed whiskey and spiced rum to anyone who knew the password.
West 27 is built on those nights. Each fragrance is a scene from one of them: the hour after midnight, an alibi worn like velvet, the last call before the lights come on.
After Midnight
Cherry, bitter almond and Turkish rose over tonka and vanilla. The party is still going.
Velvet Alibi
Honey, saffron and fig over oud, leather and whiskey. A story nobody can check.
Last Call
Amber honey and warm spices over labdanum, benzoin and vanilla. One more before closing.
Every flacon is an extrait de parfum, filled by hand in small batches.