A salacious, lecherous, leering scent - dirty and dark, slapped with a wet sweetness. Earthy black patchouli swelling with apricot.
Exactly what the description says. Wet earth, loamy, big chunks of it in your hands. You've been turning over your flowerbeds, and are now on your knees packing the dirt around the last plants by hand. Or perhaps this is the smell of the hothouse Chandler described in the opening scene of The Big Sleep. I'm not sure I want to smell like this all day, but wow, it's evocative and interesting.