It's not Brontosaurus's fault that it's just an obsolete synonym for Apatosaurus, and it's certainly not Triceratops' fault that it's just the juvenile form of Torosaurus. That doesn't matter, not even a little tiny bit, because there's a secret club for things that are too rad not to exist and now they're both in it.
This is a scent dedicated to their cryptozoological comradeship; the secret knock to the clubhouse door of prehistoric awesome, if you will. Herbal, masculine, and Pangean: bay laurel, dry grasses, white pepper, sun-weathered wood.
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