A layering experiment gone horribly awry.
Once you get past the initial jarring (and highly artificial) blast, this is a dead ringer for Emeraude -- and not the good stuff your grandmother wore, but the vile powdery abomination being sold under the name now. Not even Tom Brady at his most fetching can pull this one off as a masculine scent.
Crononaut is right: it's one-dimensional, but that dimension is pretty attractive. Very much in the aquatic-citrusy catgegory, and to my nose quite similar to CK Escape. Hardly a scent for the ages, but you can't go wrong with it.