10/08/2024

Byrehoe
150 Reviews

Byrehoe
2
surreal syrup
Lean made of Robitussin, vanilla coke, and violet pastilles. Opens with a forceful tablespoon of cough syrup, before swooning you into the backseat of a vintage Cadillac and dousing you in Coca Cola. It’s a boozy amber after that. Sappy, malty, balsamic. Though the medicinal cherry and tobacco-y leather still linger. It’s like a Tootsie Roll distilled to liqueur. Potency is upper quartile for Byredo; this is very much a nighttime elixir, but the one time I dabbed it on in the morning I still went to sleep smelling of Slow Dance. It’s a funny one. I don’t hate it, but I don’t think I’ll be returning.
Mental Imagery: It’s prom night, directed by David Lynch. Victory rolls, poodle skirts, a sentient disco ball. You steal a slug of Jack-and-coke from your flask. A jukebox plays Elvis, backwards. “You’re dancing too slow,” Your date croons. “Must be time for your medicine.” Your date is the school nurse. The school nurse is Elvis. Shouldn’t have gone to prom with the flu.
tl;dr: cough cola
Mental Imagery: It’s prom night, directed by David Lynch. Victory rolls, poodle skirts, a sentient disco ball. You steal a slug of Jack-and-coke from your flask. A jukebox plays Elvis, backwards. “You’re dancing too slow,” Your date croons. “Must be time for your medicine.” Your date is the school nurse. The school nurse is Elvis. Shouldn’t have gone to prom with the flu.
tl;dr: cough cola