Punkin Chunkin is a real sport, generally played with anything from human musclepower to air cannons and trebuchets.
This scent begins its journey as fresh, wet pumpkin meat recently exploded on a hapless derelict car (car smell not included). Like the glorious flight of the plump orange missile itself, however, the pumpkin top note soars, reaches its target, and fades. Post-explosion, it becomes the most gorgeous cinnamon-bark smell we've ever achieved, lightly underscored by a touch of vanilla and trebuchet musk.*
* That first invigorating whiff of fresh trebuchet musk after the first loading and firing, not the all-day trebuchet musk that's been at it awhile.
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