This sharp, modern-classic will overwhelm you with the powerful essence of storm-drain.
“Rain Pool” opens with gravelly-ditch, crecendos with hints of puddle and leaves you with the astonishing final notes of motor oil and antifreeze.
This is the second in what will inevitably be a long series of resplendently wrong Pirate Perfume boxes.
If you see something unbelievable, snap and send it to me!
We must document this phenomenon in all it’s holographic/rubbing-alcoholic majesty.