I love everything about this - the cheeky name, the list of notes, the fact that Alan Cumming and Christopher Brosius donate the proceeds to charity - except the actual smell, which is merely OK. I don't get most of the listed notes at all. What I do get is a pleasant but unremarkable melange of several of CB I Hate Perfume's signature accords, including Burning Leaves, rubber, and the damp soil that's most prominent in CB Black March. But the whiskey, truffle, peat, and leather are nowhere to be found, and the result is rather unfocused and not terribly interesting, especially compared to several of Brosius' other masterpieces. Better on paper (in every sense) than on the skin.