A Frankenstein sundae of popping some Queen Anne-style chocolate-covered cherries in your mouth, then pounding a heavy blast of Reddi-wip on top before a quick chew and swallow. Wait, Mom! The cherries and patch are fighting! The two keep flip-floppin' back and forth on my skin like a pancake. As it reaches the end of the dry down, it looks like the patchouli has the cherries locked in a Delfin Clutch. That first wave of chocolate-covered cherries and whipped cream is the Enid Sinclair to Wednesday Addams' patchouli. I am an Enid Sinclair and would full-size this scent in a heartbeat if those accords were flying solo. The honey never made it into the ring on my skin, and the whole match stayed pretty close to the ropes. hehe
