Petrichor is the nice smell after a rain. I'd like to imagine that reading these poems is akin to staring into the sky as it thunders, splattering your face with the tastes and memories of every evaporated existence. The stench fills your lungs and the flavor is flowing into your stomach. You feel a little sick, but you'll be fine. This book finds itself filled with over 30 new poems that attempt to struggle with existence and the complexity of relationships. Sprinkled with creativity and experimental touches, Petrichor is an almost complete palette disguised in a facade of confidence.