Coren

The embodiment of those 14 year old girls that waft musc and vanilla at you on the train. The style should never have been invented. Ew.

Burnt rubber and overripe fruits. Cloying. The burning fades quick, only condensed leather syrup remains. More balanced on skin. Not sure...

The salty cold of the penguin's habitat. A dusty penguin tuxedo. Creative, yes, but so synthetic it should come in an Erlenmeyer flask.

Typical smooth juicy-floral oud with a tiny bit of barnyard. Nicely done, I guess, but failed to stand out from the crowd, and I am tired.

Thick sour cloud of barbecue spices, dark wood turned charcoal, smoke. Could have been a Beaufort. Daring, perfectly executed.