You are in the living room of an old villa, in the Tuscan countryside. It is the close of day. Every single element of the interior contributes to the warmth and reassuring comfort. The floor of old robust wood planks, aged and worn with use. In the massive fireplace, coals are still burning. The comfortable couch is made of the best leather, once stout and rigid, and spotlessly tanned, is now soft and worn, and the color is fading away with years of sideways afternoon sun. A deck of used playing cards lies abandoned on the coffee table next to the tobacco leaves of a hand rolled cigar and a glass of rum.
Montecristo strikes an impeccable balance between smokey and sweet and modern and classic. It has an unfaltering solidness yet it maintains a mysterious movement. Smooth notes of ambrette, benzoin, and rum rest atop the enticing sweetness of gaiac wood. Spice and tobacco curl like a plume of smoke in the last rays of sunlight. The entire evening is ahead of you and who knows what it will bring – surely a warm contentment and a deep long sleep.