Purgatory

you are at a punk show. everyone smells terrible. you wade through the crowd to get to the merch table. the person selling merch is the hottest person you've ever seen. they smell, as if by some miracle, not just better than anyone in the room but better than anyone you've smelled in recent memory. sweet, spicy leather. eating a hard candy in the darkroom of a leather bar. a summer night picking berries in the woods in your leather jacket. flavored condoms and engineer boots in a secluded cabin. this smells, for some reason, like 90s/2000s hot topic (iykyk). supposedly similar to tom ford tuscan leather, but I find that hard to believe by the reviews on it. punch of cool raspberry and dries down woody, mellows into a resinous leather trailed by sweetness. eventually warms up more and becomes a little stone-like somehow. ends on a cozy and mysterious raspberry.