BLACK TAR

MEXICO, 10:00pm / EXT : NIGHT

The smell of danger on every street corner reminds us that no-one is master of their emotions.

Follow the asphalt, Iztapalapa, a dead end. And a beautiful and mysterious woman, forbidden desire...

In the whispered roar, she says the words, Black Tar.

Poisons have many guises but these may linger even as they grow fainter.

NOTES : Cement, essence of Cade, Indian tuberose, Caïac wood, Vetiver.