Mustang69

In the first minutes, the anticipated punch is skillfully held in check by a perfected sweetness. This is wonderfully executed; however, to my regret, the fine balance quickly dissolves. A defining accord remains, which I would describe as smoky, oily,...

We are sitting outside, on a faux leather couch. The surface is slightly worn. The day was warm, but now it is cool. Nearby, a group of people. Fragments of conversation drift over to us. My nose perceives familiar scents. Sweet. Uncomplicated. The...