Frigid antique shop in winter run by a brittle old lady exhaling Vick’s lozenges.
Grimly wry, like the lingering odor of burnt rubber 15 minutes after the punk left the scene.
Cool, meanish girl, with cropped black hair in leather jacket over black leotard, walks in room smoking menthols.
This is good. It's just a little too thickly sweet for me. Though disappointingly crass, I can sort of understand why Justin Timberlake was chosen as the face of this fragrance. Like Leonardo DeCaprio, no matter how old he gets, Timberlake seems eternally stuck in the 8th grade. This is the scent that a cute 8th grade boy's cute girlfriend would want him to smell like. Point being, I'm not sure YOU want to smell like that. I imagine his hairdo at it's biggest smells like this.
Still, no doubt, a very good scent. But for us normal folk, for Christmas Eve only.
The way your crotch would smell after dumping talcum powder down your shorts and running the Phoenix marathon.