Stuff and Moonshine

So this fragrance is either going to smell like a tire fire, or my favourite uncle. It’s macho. It’s unisex, leaning feminine. It’s too strong. It’s subtle and classy. It’s an auto parts store. It’s bringing a plate of toasted candied pecans to a holiday party. I hate it. I adore it but it’s not at all sexy. It’s the sexiest thing ever and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I can’t smell the vetiver. The vetiver will punch you in the face, then buy you a drink and pay for your cab ride home. This fragrance smells like that cab ride.