Some say he still drives those roads.

Through the winding, pine-shadowed hills  — just after sundown, when the sky turns to smoke and the land falls silent.

He doesn't drive to arrive. He drives because it reminds him of who he is. The road resembles his life: twisting climbes, unexpected turns, steep sections that test your grip and focus. But every curve, every incline, every quiet descent — it's all part of where he's been. He doesn't curse the hard parts — he wears them. 

He's done trying to be anything other than the whole. He doesn't pretend to be more than he is — and that's what makes him more than most. 

The engine stirs. A straight-six. Not loud, not brash, but deep. Resonant. The kind of sound that wraps around music rather than competing with it.

Tall forests rise on either side, ancient and still. The scent of damp pine, woodsmoke, and cold bark lingers in the air. The road curves through stone villages caught in twilight — houses with crooked chimneys, warm lamps glowing behind lace curtains, the ghost of bread and roasted game still on the wind.

He’s not part of their world — not tonight.

Midnight Torque is a collection made for those who are done performing — and ready to simply be. It's built on authenticity. Not the curated kind. The kind you earn — by living, losing, learning, and staying.

This collection honours the man who stands strong in who he is. Not because he never doubted — but because he faced it all, and came out real.

Every piece in this line carries the weight of experience.
Everything speaks. Of presence. Of depth. Of a man who no longer needs to chase anything — because he’s already found himself.

At its heart: a fragrance steeped in darkness and warmth. Oudh. Leather. Incense. Black rose. It's bold. It stays. It settles. It's expressive

Surrounding it: pieces that wear like confidence. Heavy materials. Deep tones. Honest textures. Everything made to last. Everything made to match a man who is done performing.

Midnight Torque isn’t about arriving.
It’s about being travelling to be become who you are, in a world that constantly asks for something else.