Annabel burns with the same raw, poetic energy as Side 2 of London Calling—moody, defiant, and unexpectedly tender. Bergamot kicks things off with a sharp, bright edge, tobacco leaf lays down the groove, smoky and restless, full of swagger and grit. Peat settles in —dark, earthy, and unapologetic. And just when it feels all fire and fight, rose petal sneaks in—the deep cut—soft, bruised, and quietly human. Both scent and sound are layered with rebellion, romance, and a flicker of something beautiful beneath the noise.
