There was a so-called 'milk bar' in my hometown. I, however, doubt that there were milk, shakes or even ice was consumed. It was rather a despicable bar and meeting place of the pot-smoker scene. *g* Preferably rockers on motorcycles drove up. This was into the 70s.
Aldehydes, spices and flowers are dominant! It doesn't disturb me. Nothing bites me. It doesn't last long and I am also restored into last years. No, not into the milk bar. I was too young at the moment. Everything becomes so beautifully sharp, smoky, woody - Patchouli, groups, which assemble in the youth meeting - I am there now.
For me an absolute energy smell which also men could use.
