Imagine a beautifully appointed rooftop lounge right on the water, skyline views in all directions. Vaulted ceilings, gold trim, velvet seats, lighting so dark that even on a tame night it encouraged all sorts of bad behavior. The kind of bar where you'd learn more about human anatomy just by watching the crowd than you ever thought possible. I'm pretty sure I received an MD after working there.
Since moving to New York City from Atlanta in 1990, she's accumulated some life experiences that most people only read about. Far from her previous life, where she was a teen model and taught young girls how to walk down runways in the '80s in a charm school, she graduated to a scene that wasn't even imaginable when she was on her high school track and tennis teams.
Brooklyn doesn't fake the vibe. And neither does Silly Nice -a brand made in Harlem but smoked proudly all across Fort Greene, especially when the sun goes down and Barclays lights up.
