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With notes of black pepper, currant, and bergamot, Leaving LA smells like moving into your first apartment. It’s thrift shopping and filling your space with all the mismatched furniture you can afford. Driving your mom’s station wagon into a new city, it is the bittersweet ending to one story but a new beginning to another. It’s trading the Hollywood hills for bridges and rivers. Leaving LA is knowing you’ll be back one day, but for now, you bask in the glow of a new day and light a new candle on your reasonably priced coffee table.