Low Kill Shelter

Opens with a clean, masculine atmosphere of the urban-medicinal, developing to an aggressive, animalic heart of musk, cassis, burnt honey, copper, with a raging dry down of metallic fever. Dominant notes include caregiving, autism, and gay shit. Evokes the scenario of a best friend becoming infected and wanting to eat your face off. You work at a medical lab with his ex. You still remember your family huddled around a pool of teeth on the floor. Some call it rabies. For you, it is...Low Kill Shelter.