Stone fruits at their full ripeness. Juice that dribbles down your arm. Grapes that have been sitting in a ziplock in a hot car, eaten after a long hike. A touch of indolic jasmine, dirtying things up. I was told that this was a more juvenile scent, and I completely disagree. It has the visceral sexiness of crushing an overripe peach in one hand, the flesh spilling out over sticky fingers. It's toothsome and heady and hot, baby. Very hot.
