Desperately refined, utterly well bred, too chic for the crass, too finely milled to be for the vulgar. This is the essence of that most rare and sought after places under the sun, Georgetown in Washington, D.C. A small amount of the finest leather, a tiny bit of tea, a whiff of a basic chypre note. Dark brown and sharp to the nose but with a magical refinement which makes its haughtiness somehow lovable. This is the scent anthem for all the ladies who used to lunch at the Town House, meet people for dinner and drinks at the Carriage House, shop at the 1620 Shop, and walk their French Poodles down tree lined streets feeling chic in their Dior suits. This is the fragrance from Costos on M Street up to The Public Library. If you weren't there, you can visit with Georgetown. A divine chypre/French/Grande perfume still the classic.