mothermoth

a girl sat next to me, proclaimed that it "smelled like patchouli," learned in, and complimented my perfume. do with that what you will.

pleasantly putrid. i can't tell if i love it or hate it. a sickly sweet cherry scent that's reminiscent of benzaldehyde. sticky and syrupy.

initially a blast of saffron and pure vanilla extract, but later dries down to woody gingerbread. a tiny bit linear, but it lasts forever.

opens with sharp but comforting milk, like resting your head on the cold side of a pillow. dries down to sugary frosted flakes. addicting.

smells like you added pepper instead of sugar to your cookie dough, and upon the first taste test, you chucked the batch into the fireplace.