Are they cozy enough for a cabin, or do they belong in the bonfire?
Just popping the can and waving it under my nose is a transcendent experience. I am pulled backward through time, helpless to resist. In a flash, I’m in a 1991 Bath and Body Works, trapped between two displays: Country Apple Shampoo and Cinnamon Bun Body Wash. There is no escape.Good heavens, this is where potpourri goes to die. The cinnamon is warm, sweaty. It demands attention like a toddler in church. The apple flavor is hiding under the pews, but I can hear it whining.
By aerating my palate, I do find apple flavor there, but once I get it, I want to put it back. More peel than pulp, only faintly sweet. That's not a criticism in my book, but the lack of sweetness leaves room for such an odd finish — it's baking soda, bitter high and low. Mid notes of amber, caramel and aluminum.