PRODUCT DESCRIPTION
Peter Lukas moves like the tide, cold, distant, and ever-watchful, and this fragrance captures the eerie stillness of his domain. It begins with a sharp note of cranberry prosecco, effervescent and biting, a subtle nod to the detached and calculated charm he uses to mask his deeper intentions. The briny tang of sea salt follows, evoking the chill of open waters and the isolation he cultivates, a reminder of the vast, unyielding power beneath the surface. The scent of an ocean harbor drifts in next, a mix of damp wood and cold stone, representing the eerie calm of the places he haunts—silent, foreboding, and teeming with unseen dangers. Finally, heavy fog settles over the fragrance, thick and impenetrable, capturing the sense of mystery and disorientation that surrounds Peter, where every step forward feels lost in the unknown. This scent embodies Peter Lukas' quiet menace—cold, distant, and as inevitable as the sea.