Sweet and heady all at once, just how a 90s goth club should smell(and feel) like. Clan of Xymox, Depeche Mode, and Sisters of Mercy are spun the most on the dj's list. The mascara runs because it's a torrid summer night. The leather jackets and gloves are too hot, but they look too cool to take off. The clove cigarettes are being passed around, and no one cares if we actually dance or not. We are there to appreciate the music, musky air of the club, and have fun with friends. This is a beautiful throwback to simpler times, when music was all that mattered to us. That's the smell in this bottle of magic.

Break out the Concrete Blonde, the Peter Murphy, and the Depeche Mode, because we're going to Medusa's in Chicago and it's the summer of 1992. Outside, the humidity is unbearable, but inside, some dark alchemy changes the mugginess into a gorgeous fug of leather jackets and stud collars, clove, incense perfume, and sexy-sweaty skin. You're young, the night lasts forever, and it's time to dance.
And then Nui Cobalt came along and put all of it into a bottle like some druid Jim Croce. You need this now.