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Notes unseen, I'm presented with the idea of a garden in someone's front yard at 11am. It's bright with the warmth of the sun, but not hot. There's greenery that's not necessarily wild, but not too manicured either. Just...

Sharply green at the jump. I'm surprised that licorice or fennel isn't called out in the notes, but there is definitely something anisic in the green notes. It's also more like the bitter pith of the citrus rind than a citrus fruit....