Cloud pops open with herbs and artificial pears, then some sweet mushy stuff wiggles in the middle over a solid base note of woodsy chemical musk.
It’s got a hook–I keep going back to sniff the peelie–but it’s just too synthetic for me to want to purchase.

Kind of like a lot of Ariana’s songs, actually.

(Ugh. I’m old and crotchety. Girl can belt it, and I do like this one.)