Amarige (1991)
by Givenchy

According to the little blurb on the back of the Amarige tester strip ,it says Amarige is composed of gardenia, mimosa and musk but from previous reviews I see there is more to it than that.
This is a 80s style heavy hitting sweet floral perfume mainly of tuberose and gardenia when smelt.
I love this perfume for it's longevity and it's uniqueness. I have to be in the'mood' to wear this as it lingers and lingers .
Beautifully done fragrance.
Dominique Ropion- a master ! Serge Mansau - wonderful bottle /glass designer- who can ask for more ? I adore all Mansau's bottle designs!

Fifteen years before composing the transcendently beautiful tuberose soliflore Carnal Flower for Frédéric Malle, Dominique Ropion gave us Amarige. Could two essays on the same flower, by the same perfumer, be any more opposed in style, mood, and attitude than Amarige and Carnal Flower? You tell me.

Eucalyptus, coconut, and sandalwood render Carnal Flower green, crisp, and ethereal, in spite of its considerable potency. Fruits (currants among them,) powerfully sweet lactones, and heavy synthetic musks lend Amarige the olfactory tone and volume of a bugle call and side drum tattoo. If Carnal Flower is candlelight, Amarige is a Klieg light. Carnal Flower is voluptuous, while Amarige is raucous.

Amarige aims to out-Fracas Fracas, and for the most part it succeeds. Your response to it will depend on how you feel about that aim. Its manner holds no appeal for me, but I can’t fault it for that. On the other hand, I can’t exactly recommend it either, since you’re as likely to hate it as to love it. I’m left in the awkward position of giving Amarige a neutral rating, though “neutral” seems an odd term when applied to so bold, distinctive, and divisive a fragrance!

Sweet, strong, sexy, mature scent. I agree with the comment that it has a unique leathery aspect to it. I like it, not one of my favorite, but my husband loves it on me.

Tuberose's reputation has been damaged almost irrepairably by this most horrid affair. If I were her I would sue.

After searching high and low for 19 years, i finally stumbled across the perfect perfume for me.
It wasn't too spicy, or too floral, just the right combination.
It didn't turn sour on me, and the lingering scent was beautiful.

Truly suits my chemistry... one I think you have to wear for a week to decide if you like it.

Horrible, HORRIBLE soapy smell broadcasting out to the planet at gigawatt levels. I made the mistake of spraying this onto my wrist and I thought I'd never be able to remove it. This smell made me feel nauseous and headachey too so it's a real keeper. Why can't scents I love possess this extraordinary potency?