Four and Twenty Blackbirds

[doomsday_disco]

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye.

Four and twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie.

 

When the pie was opened,

The birds began to sing.

Wasn’t that a dainty dish

To set before the king?

 

A delicacy to be puffed and then passed, dainty as you please: rye puff pastry crust splitting apart to reveal a cacophony of musky wild blackberries stewed in kush-infused butter.

[VioletChaos]

I went back and forth on getting a bottle of this because I ADORE all these notes...except the kush. Weed-forward scents tend to amplify on me to the point where I might get questionable looks from strangers on the train!
However, the other notes were far too compelling to resist, so....

In The Bottle: Juicy blackberry  and piecrust yummmmmmm!

Wet On Skin: Same, but the piecrust is getting a bit more complex, and it's becoming more obvious that it's rye flour and not the standard, more ordinary pastry flour.

Dry Down: The kush butter has in fact revealed itself, but it's not the disaster I feared with my skin chemistry! I recall Tom saying something about it adding a "green" note, I think, and that's an accurate assessment here- this is like sitting near a dense stand of trees in high summer, below a window, where a blackberry pie with a buttery crust has been set down to cool. It is all of those bits at once.

In All: medium-low throw but with staying power. If you like pie crust scents, blackberry scents or gourmand scents more generally, definitely don't let that one note intimidate you- this is an absolute delight!