In the bottle: Maple surple, so much so that I'm afraid to put it on for fear that my hands will wind up sticky and gross.
Wet on skin: Still maple syrup, with a hint of booze. I'm not getting any of the other sugars or the fruits I was praying for.
Dry on skin: Still that damn maple surple, with a tiny booze hint. It's all I can smell too. like I've been snorting Canadian maple candy off of a drunken hooker's rack. I really really don't care for this, which is a shame since I was all het up about it. I'm sure someone with more of a sweet tooth than me will love it though.