Jo Malone - Black Vetyver Cafe

My sister has a certain word, "stenchomatic," for things that appall her with an especial funk. The first spray of this is stenchomatic - reminiscent of the tar-like sludge left on the coffee maker if my boyfriend neglects to wash it for a day or two. Industrial dregs, brownish muck draining into rivers. Little birds and fish dropping dead. A few minutes later a slight hint of soapy vetiver emerges, but it's too late to wash away the rank tuberculitic slop smothering my nasal caviities. Unhealthy and sweltering, like being made to tend to patients' wounds.