Opens with burnt peaches, vague flowers and a haunting hangover with sour lemon breath.
The vanilla alka-seltzer in the middle helps, but the headache doesn’t go away until the dry down–a woody musk that sticks to the clothes like party confetti and bad aftershave–fades too.
Recommended to bottle collectors. (Leave it closed.)
This ghostly song is sweeter and much less ghoulish.