In the imp: Yeasty, crusty bread. Warm, true loaves on a cooling rack in a bakery. Overpowering and uncomplicated. I did not like this at all!
On the wrist: Bread, bread, bread. A little butter hovering the back somewhere.
Ten minutes: The yeast and butter has toned down dramatically, giving way to something still warm but oddly clean and fresh.
One hour: I'm shocked at how good this smells now. It's creamy, a tinge powdery, with definite tea and scone notes coming to the top. I think I need a bottle of this! It's wonderful. A clean, warm scent if I ever smelled one. In absolute love.
