On blind sniff I got the bergamot, and what I first thought was jasmine and apricot–but turned out to be tuberose and osmanthus–with sandalwood on the bottom.
The rest was just a pleasant spicy amber fruit mush that I couldn’t deconstruct, like that purple hard candy that you wonder what flavor it’s supposed to be.
Lasts a pretty day in personal space, finishing on vanilla ice milk musk.
Really nice, but other than an apropos slight hit of Chinatown, and the gorgeous bottle, kind of tame–
Queens NY is diversity and contemporary art, and Louis Armstrong and Rockaway beach, fusion street food, Houdini’s grave, Astoria, shopping for absolutely anything in Flushing, and crazy little museums about the oddest things–but it’s not tame.
(I remember walking under the El, before “Sunny Jamaica”–yeah, I’m old.)
Awkwafina is the best thing out of Queens right now.
(NSFW with five-borough-language.)