 I tried to make perfume for her out of gardenia and rose petals boiled up in sugar water, just turned into stink bombs. And then finally, 40 years later, I've professionally made it as an adult. So it's lime, marijuana, mandarin, and signature notes of the original scent. Wait a minute. You just said marijuana? Yeah. And does this perfume have a name? Is it like, you know, Passion by Richard E. Grant? What's it called? No. No, you fool. It's called Jack. It's called Jack.