“It opens on the palate with overtones of drywall and caulking. It then opens up on the palate into wall spackling and ‘licking a terra cotta flowerpot filled with your grandmother’s marigolds.’ Finally, the perfume finds its way into your sinuses and throat with an explosion of ‘street sweepers cleaning up after the big parade’.
Okay. I might have made all of that up.
Read up on NonVeni Mark’s adventures in clandestine pharmacology HERE.
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