Cat Seen From Behind Perfume Oil
$30.00
Cat Seen From Behind Perfume Oil
$30.00
Kawabata Gyokushō
A decidedly warm shoulder: toasted sandalwood, tonka bean, rice milk, and patchouli.
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Alysha –
In the bottle and wet on my skin, this has a harsh medicinal quality and smells nothing at all like the description. However, on the dry down and warmed by body heat, the medicinal smell fades away and leaves a warm, slightly sweet patchouli that smells much closer to what I was expecting. As long as I avoid smelling myself before it dries, I love it.