Cocktail Herbal Scent Trunk

So, I'm going to get with the times and write a "review," just like they are unfortunately being uploaded more and more these days.

Wow, what a scent!
Total turn-off, man!
At first, a wave of alcohol hits your nose, and you think you need a detox!
Smells like fruit forgotten in the basement for five years.
Then someone dumps a whole load of honey in.
Dude, super sweet and sticky!
Yeah, and then there's like a bouillon cube in there.
Man, my mom also throws one of those in while cooking, and it rocks.
It said something about a herb-celery mix on the packaging.
Then the soup just chills, checking things out and all.
And then it turns into an old man scent. Like with lavender and stuff, really old school, dude.
The seems-dead (over 27) call it Fuhschär. Crazy, totally barbershop, man. (Never been in such a shop.)

It somehow smells like soap or something, but really old, dude. (Always uses liquid hand soap.)

So, I wanted to check it out in the club, zero pantydropper, dude.

I posted it and, wow, only dislikes.
Some guy totally acted like a bitch and suggested me at some health food store.
There, I can advertise this weird herbal honey at the entrance. You know, spread on spelt bread. Like finger food and stuff.
Okay, I don't want to complain, maybe I'll do it. The chick at the checkout liked me.

End of the "review".

Addendum.

The scent is supposed to represent the conceptual framework of a fougère.
The beginning is pure alcohol with a piercing fermented note.
After a few minutes, the honey overwhelms all olfactory impressions, and you get a nose ache.

Promptly follow fantasy herbs and fantasy celery, giving off a rather complex spiciness.

The heart of the fougère actually beats cheerfully, lavender overpowered with rose geranium (and double the rose added).

From the base, the moss dampens a bit soapy. But, yes but, they chose, because it can't be too sweet at all, opoponax as the sweet resin.

In the last third, the honey paste becomes more bearable, provided you always have your insulin syringe with you.

Dear Gandix, dear Floyd,
I admire your gracious comments.
That shows greatness and honorable forbearance.
And thanks for the sample!

As a result, I have to endure "La clemenza di Tito" by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

You are the heroes of this scent experience.

And I'm going to apply something with galbanum now.