Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.
Starting out, it seems astringent and sharp, but as soon as it hits my skin, it starts changing. It seems minty as it dries. Then there's a jasmine-vanilla combo on my wrists; the inside of my elbows are all about the leather. If the thoroughly dried down stage, my arms smell of jasmine-leather and my wrists smell of vanilla-sandalwood-incense. The jasmine leather is a little odd, but not unpleasant. The smell on my wrists, though, is heavenly. It reminds me of Morocco.
4/5
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