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Alone in the Pub
Old Tony Iommi no longer rocks in the wild way.. He sits in his regular pub, pouring one shot after another down his throat, some of it spilling over the bar and mixing with the old wood, where for many years countless guests have poured all sorts of alcohol... Then old Tony Iommi gets tired, his eyes have long lost their sparkle, the famous times are also quite a while behind him.. He looks around the dreary half-empty pub one more time and stumbles home, a bit tipsy and tired, disappointed that times have changed so much.. At home, tired Tony Iommi lies down in bed, he doesn’t even snore, he just reeks of stale alcohol, which this time has become a bit too much...
The scent:
Linear, strictly alcoholic, the floral facets struggle to emerge as sour fruit, leather here is almost harmless.
Discover the world of rum barrels :-)
The scent:
Linear, strictly alcoholic, the floral facets struggle to emerge as sour fruit, leather here is almost harmless.
Discover the world of rum barrels :-)
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For me, the scent evoked associations of stale canned beer and sweaty festival-goers.