Step onto the corner of Lexington & 48th at 11 p.m.—cabs scorched yellow, glass towers humming, ambition wired tight—and that’s the charge LX48 delivers with its first strike. Sharp violet and green-edged geranium spark like street-light glare on chrome fenders, then give way to a rush of freshly-cut tobacco and rain-soaked tree moss that feels equal parts board-room hustle and back-alley rebellion. The dry-down hits like slipping into a broken-in leather jacket: vintage hide fused with seasoned cedar, smooth, dangerous, relentlessly cool.

Designed for guys who chase the skyline instead of sunsets, LX48 is all steel nerve and after-hours swagger—an addictive tobacco-leather cocktail that owns every room, every night.