Ttfortwo

We were sitting in the courtyard of a ruined fortified castle in the middle of summer in southern France. By the way, I do not want to remember for the life of me where that could have been, but it smelled headache-inducing overwhelming...

Lehmann lets it crash now and then right with the head notes. Oud, for example, burrows through a bed of beastly tea tree spice, before he becomes friendly and warm, yes, really muggy. The Lehmann sandal waits with a prominent Wick vaporub...