N: A whiff of fart, acetone, wood polish, and then plums. P: Fruity, but sort of odd, synthetic. F: Plastic (but the good kind). I go back and forth between liking this and thinking it's got serious flaws.
Nose: what nose? Palate: ummm.... hmmm. Vague honey. Finish: yeah, a little nondescript spice. Some cardboard and stale cinnamon graham crackers. There's just so little going on here, it's like cask-strength plainness. Nobody's home here, except for a boring, quiet, but still nice cat.
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