When I lived in North Carolina I used to go at weekends to a spectacular grocery called Fowler’s, now sadly closed, smack in the centre of tobacco-town Durham. The place had the peculiar, eerie quiet of US downtowns outside working hours. Dotted all around were windowless buildings full of tobacco to the eaves. The rich, complicated smell of cured tobacco was everywhere, as always poised midway between delicious and poisonous. Tabac Grande Attar smells just like it. When I met the perfumer of SPA he kindly gave me approximately 1 ml. Given the power of the stuff, that turns out to be a lifetime supply . It can be ordered on his ebay shop.