Well Dressed Werewolf

Roaring 20s, nighttime in London town. A werewolf dressed to the nines - pristine super 150s virgin wool midnight black tuxedo, black tie, French cuffs fit with gold and onyx links. A few drinks before the full moon. His fragrance so fancy, yet primal. Underneath the exquisite ambers and pricey materials from the East, a slight whiff of something beastly. A touch of class. A touch of fur. The aroma of the rare, but iconic well-dressed werewolf.