A Night at The Beekman

Spent Valentine’s Day at The Beekman. It was like stepping into another era: a rare glimpse into old New York, a world away from an existence dictated by screens and scrolling in favor for the slow. And the decadent, of course. Rich textures and opulent details, forever scented (and cemented) into memory by DS & Durga Bowmakers. Not the eau de parfum, to be clear, but the plush creams and cleansing gels from the same family (the fragrance is markedly different from its care collection)—which smells of all the best things.

Lavender in full bloom. Vetyver. A hint of lemongrass that brightens a cedar-y musk. Boozy jazz clubs and suits on bare skin and a bed so soft you

     just

s  i  n  k

in.

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xx