(I swear I don’t have daddy issues.)
Edit – 2/9/2023
I still wear this when I take myself out to the movies.
Opens with a bag of black licorice Twizzlers and a Coke with the good ice–casual and sweet, like Minuit Noir but in jeans and t-shirt–and stays politely at the edge of personal space for a long matinee. Lingers with unassuming wood through the evening, and ends with a jubilant spin-out of tires à la Bvlgari Black.
Hard to find, but worth every penny, even if one is usually a cheap date.