Starts off dirty and proceeds to get dirtier. Burnt plastic, a freshly-varnished floor, liquorice and a freshly-brewed mug of coffee. And that's just the opening. The bitter, plastic notes become very prominent for a time, mixed in with geranium. Frankincense seeps through, mingled with an odd rubbery note. Then it turns sweeter, vanilla thrown into the mix, along with a scent that reminds me of the odour of my cat's fur when she sticks her arse in my face, as cats are wont to do. Then a surprise: it flips back to the varnish smell that appeared at the very beginning, this time mixed in with something floral and fruity.

This is a clever, tricksy perfume that shifts though its many different phases quite rapidly. I didn't really get much in the way of the animalic notes promised, not until the very end, but the overall impression is of something funky and carnal, of entirely NSFW happenings in the basement of a disreputable club somewhere.