All the dark complexity summoning the ghost of Leo Da Vinci for artistic inspiration, only to find out the guy’s a total party animal. Honeycomb candelabras dripping red velvet wax, balsamic blueberry spirit slates, pie crust incantations, granite planchettes, all meticulously arranged. When the Renaissance man emerges from the inky, black forest depths, he’s all “let’s get weird” and “why won’t Mona Lisa call me back?” Before you know it, you’re tossing back cherry brandy while he paints a mural on your wall you won’t remember in the morning.
