The brightest autumn fire burning (everything I wished Burning Leaves by CB I Hate Perfume would be), fierce and raw and smoky-sap-sweet, with an unfortunate drydown turn to used leisure suit or leatherette in a 1974 retirement home. Stale. Nose-squinching. Boy-of-the-household HATED IT.
Ripoff Habanita.
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