Every August I start to crave blackberry perfumes. When these musky fruits start to turn black on their thorny branches, I want to smell like fruit. I love blackberries. I love to eat them, pick them, and evidently, smell like them.
OK, you better like fruit if you are trying Murder Ballad Blues. Immediately, I get a thick blackberry jam with a warm, sweet muskiness. With time it seems that Murder Ballard Blues gets even “jammier” and the blackberry gets more… Continue reading | 18 Comments