Jazz Funeral begins boozily – there’s sweetness and rum and notes of something smoky – incense or a pyre. It changes again in an hour or so to a dusky ash, the acrid ends of a flame, flickering at the ends of a woodburn. Then it becomes floral, and what a strange floral this is, all sugar and spice; it’s not super powdery, or sneezy, which most florals usually are on me. This has hints of marzipan and Parma Violets, a slight dusty looseness, but nothing unpleasant.
It’s been several hours since I applied this and the ghost of it lingers somewhere; even though I can’t smell it any more, not really, something of alcoholic frosting is clinging to my skin.
Disclaimer: I am not a perfume expert, nor am I sponsored by BPAL or, indeed, anyone.
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