Jan 6 16 1:24 PM

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Rain-weathered grey leather reins, baked clay earth, petrichor, deliciously decomposing autumn leaves, silver vanilla sugar drenched with pitch black tobacco absolute and the fragrant flaming red glow of brimstone obscured by gleaming fog, heavy with the magic of a million spells cast in the full moon's light.

In the bottle, this smells mostly like leather. On, it's ink, leather, cake frosting and wet dead leaves. This is weirdly very good, much better than it sounds. I only get a tiny breath of sulfur, it's far too overwhelmed by the vanilla sugar to be noticable. If you've ever wanted to know what wearing a leather jacket and kicking a cake around on a mysterious dark autumn night lit only by the full moon smells like, I'm sure this will answer your questions.