In the bottle: Jasmine, in the form of floral dirty laundry.
On my skin: Same jasmine, with a little of the rose and no other notes.
I tried aging it for two days, and I managed to coax a little of the coffee out, but overall my skin just amped up the jasmine and smelled like a laundry basket full of potpourri.
Needless to say, I've gotten rid of my bottle. I'm sad about it, because I really thought I would like it from the description, and it was a present from one of my best friends, too.