Edible almond-milkiness reminiscent of Kenzo's Amour, drying down to a tart redcurrant bite, like I squashed a harvestful in my lace apron while dallying with a stablehand. On paper sneezings of pink pepper, rose-slippered-feet darting away out of reach.
The first Crazylibellule to make me say, "This is delicious."
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