Brown Sugar

It all starts as a casual conversation - as if two old acquaintances met at a jazz bar and started reminiscing about “the good old days.” Only then does the music straighten your shoulders, and the air becomes thick as molasses. Your body sways on its own, as if it knows the rhythm in advance.

Every line is lazy pleasure, every breath is unhurried flirtation. Here, they don't rush to love, they just enjoy the moment: caramel light, slow chords, laughter in a glass of something amber. Everything sticks to the skin a little, leaving a trace - sweet, lively, so that you want to return to it again.