Baobaba

Viscerally gross. Powdery white floral, plastic toy. A musky pear pops in and out like a fickle friend. Unnatural. Scrubber.

Salty, feels like literal sea air. Mineralic, tropical florals with rotting fruit. No smoke, we are on old sea worn black lava rocks.

Fresh, light, bright lime, green, hints of aftershave wood. Quickly fades to unisex sour citrus floral green. Pleasant, clean, respectable.

Late summer evening in the bucolic south. Humid kudzu, jasmine, and hay. Lazy tobacco and sweet tea. Dusty clay road. Breezy porch swing.

Smells like potpourri from the 90s in crystal bowls on doilies, clove tea in china with flowers on it, uncontrollable dust.