Strong lemon at the top, lasts forever. No rose, no oud but woody spiciness abounds. Masculine, not soft. A trace of class but too tame.

Away with you, this is a club I pass on. A high class man for sure but there's no sex. I'll take a dirty sheep-herder over this blandness.

A dirty, dusty soldier, blood smeared. Buries his comrade and rides away through the blatant, uncaring sun.