Strange, mysterious, evocative ... Imagine riding a motorcycle to organic chem lab (running late) wearing a black leather jacket usually kept in a cedar chest? Wear it to New York City.
The topnote has an odd, fatty acid, cooked soap quality that reminds me way too much of organic chemistry lab. It disappears, (and it's then a perfectly pleasant floral) but I just can't warm up to the drydown after that weird beginning.