Spy Game: Espionage by Ayala Moriel
"Tom Bishop: I thought spies drank martinis.
Nathan Muir: Scotch, never less than twelve years old.
Tom Bishop: Is that right? Agency rules?
Nathan Muir: My rules"
Tell me honestly that you never wanted to be a spy. Glamorous one, obviously. The leather trench, the hat, the cigarette, the lines. "You go off the reservation, I will not come after you"...I want to be Nathan Muir in a skirt. Natalia Muir, then, since any self-respecting spy has to have a Russian first name. I already have the accent.
The appropriately named Espionage by Ayala Moriel is the olfactory equivalent of that Natalia. Wonderfully fleshy, husky scotch note? Check! Fairly tarry yet soft leather? Check! Smoke elegantly puffed in your face? Check! And very importantly, the deceivingly velvety, subtly seductive sweetness of the vanillic base? Check! I make an emphasis on subtly, because we, modern day spies, don't do the heavy lidded seduction a la Mata Hari. This is not even an overtly feminine fragrance, Nathan could wear it as well as Natalia.
In other words, a perfect scent to feel thrillingly dangerous on your way to your cover-up day job. Look for it at ayalamoriel.com, $12.00-$190.00. Before you go, one more piece of advice: "Don't ever risk your life for an asset. If it comes down to you or them... send flowers."
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