
New York stinks. It stinks of cheap harsh tobacco and dense exhaust gas. The traffic jam seems endless. And stinks of hot rubber and stale steam. People are weird. But find your way through the crowd of bachelorettes, and it will be flooding of tuberose and carnation. I feel like having a walk tonight. Oh I love this city. How do I love it!
How it wears
Seasons

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Shares Lipstick, Tuberose, Sandalwood

Shares Lipstick, Styrax, Sandalwood

Shares Hazelnut, Sandalwood

Shares Hazelnut; both WOODY

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Shares Guaiac Wood, Tuberose

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Shares Hazelnut, Guaiac Wood; both WOODY

Shares Lipstick, Sandalwood; both WOODY