Heathens, Cowboys and The Santa Ana Winds

This salon is no place for old men - or, well, at least not unadventurous old men. The grass tinged air clings to every part of you - from dewy pores to the suede vest sticking to musk and amber tinged skin. Here, kisses exchanged are not syrupy sweet but with the heat of cardamom and whiskey. The cedar and sandalwood walls of the saloon provide a worn but steady place of reprieve.