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The fragrance of Osmanthus layered with the drunken fruitiness of Davana is like wine swirling in glass. The dynamic of each swirl is the same as the billowing of a brown dress in mid-dance. Suddenly, Vanilla shines through, giving the dress volume and depth. Finally, the base kicks in. The jazzy scent of Virginia tobacco echoes throughout, like Tom Waits’ husky voice, fresh, with a tinge of mouth-watering sourness. Yet, the last lingering note is unexpectedly sweet. It is the wine that you wear, and the one who’ll keep you company while you enjoy a drink and savor Tom Waits’ “Tango till They’re Sore”.