The opening combines vetiver with a fruity-woodsy mix. The vetiver is clean, fairly thin, bright and not at all earthy or with a root-like undertone. The fruitiness is a bit of citrus, a touch of berries, with the woodsiness being quite generic.
Later in the drydown an ambery cinnamon develops with a slightly herbal undertone, with the co-operation of lavender and Jasmine providing a nitnifba more pleasant core impression that stays in the centre of this mix.
As far as the performace is concerned, I am getting moderate sillage, adequate projection and eight hours of longevity on my skin, and much longer on clothes.
All in all a mélange of various notes that are not really working well together and that appear lumped together like the chunky bits in a stew without any clear line of development. Very synthetic, and most notes are quite generic. The whole gives an impression of lacking substance, more a thin veneer than a composition displaying convincing character. Should the intention be to evoke the gorgeous Ottoman palace the title seems to allude to, then this aims fails to be achieved.
Neutral or thumbs down? A close call, but the pervasive colourlessness leads me towards a negative score. 1.75/5.
I don't hate it, but the price makes me say "thumbs down." It smells just like Lacoste Essential, and I can get that at Ross or TJMAXX for waaaaay cheaper
Not bad, but boring and not at all modern or worthy of the price. A stand out in the wrong direction for a house with so many works of art.
Big thumbs up for me. I sat on this a while before I started wearing it regularly. What I love about this scent is the way it smells. That's it. It doesn't last long and it doesn't have beast mode projection. It's fresh, sporty, classy and masculine. I'm a millionaire in my thirties, this is excellent in capturing that essence. It's a scent that's versatile. All seasons any occasion
This is an unemotional scent. Whereas the rest of the line has plenty of charm, this has none. It’s a vague, synthetic, generic-smelling ‘80s sweaty masculine with lavender and aquatic aspects (something fruit-like). It’s a touch boozy, a touch animal, a touch soapy, but for the most part, it smells like a bargain bin perfume or an outmoded body spray. There’s nothing amber about it; it’s just a sweaty, herbal, fruity, synthetic misstep in an otherwise fine line. Horrid.