The scent of a deranged Cinnabon employee who chain-smokes clove cigarettes...abrasively dry and discordant.
Imagine GIT without the bite of green at the top, and its iris note replaced by a syrupy-sweet synthetic one... yick. Further proof that some imitation is neither sincere nor flattering.
As I read through the thumbs-up reviews here, I feel as though I'm reviewing a completely different fragrance (mine is an official sample from Barney's in Chicago, just for the record). I get the bitter citrus of Terre d'Hermes atop a horrific fecal/skin/musk accord... no incense, no woods. The only "French lover" here is an unwashed whore in a 19th-century Parisian brothel.
The comparison to Mugler's Cologne seems unavoidable. However I find Creed's Original Vetiver to be much creamier (prominence of sandalwood), and less sharp/citrusy than the Mugler.
Complex and intoxicating, this is reminiscent of the smell that lingers on your clothes after an evening spent in front of a campfire. The sweet mandarin is present at the beginning, but not at all overbearing, and blends well with the warm spice and woods. Unfortunately I can only smell DE on my skin for the first 30-45 minutes before I become anosmic to it (I have the same problem with other frags containing high amounts of Iso E Super), but others can smell it on my skin and clothes hours later. Two thumbs way up...
Short-lived, astringent lemon and pine give way to luxurious urinal cakes. Maybe I'm just not getting the era from which this originates, but this was a total scrubber on my skin.
Urinal cakes and Frank Sinatra's ashtray. Blech.
When I was four or five years old, I raided my grandmother's spice rack and poured the contents of various bottles into a saucepan. This is what it smelled like.
I really tried to find something redeeming in this fragrance, especially after being so intrigued and impressed by "Amber". Unfortunately all I get with "Infusion" is a fizzy mix of Cherry Coke (neroli + "clean notes" morph into this, I guess) and iris-scented hand soap. On my skin, the fizz dissipated after about 30 minutes and I was left with heavy, heady iris. It just seemed more suited to a middle aged woman than any construct of masculinity that I can imagine. I would've given this a neutral rating on the basis of complexity or development, but it's just not there.