Subterranean Homesick Alien Parfum

‘The breath of the morning I keep forgetting The smell of the warm summer air I live in a town Where you can't smell a thing You watch your feet For cracks in the pavement Up above Aliens hover Making home movies For the folks back home Of all these weird creatures Who lock up their spirits Drill holes in themselves And live for their secrets’ My ode to one of the greatest bands to ever exist, not to be hyperbolic or anything. This fragrance is one of my strange ones. Notes - grass, burmese wood, rhubarb, lime, cement, french oak and acetone