How I would have loved to still like it!
As someone wrote so nicely, this used to be "a continuation of soap by other means", not spectacular, but very discreet and classy. The air of subdued, refined cleanliness was perfect for my line of work.
Upon revisiting the obviously reformulated eau de toilette after a few years with high hopes all I get now is cheap hairspray, just as the_good_life commented a while ago. Luckily it has little longevity on my skin, all that is left after a few hours are some nondescript, vaguely powdery remnants. If it is the IFRA or just economy: Another one bites the dust.
A chalky, floral, with soft feminine flair, that smells eerily similar to vintage, powdered cosmetics.
18th April, 2010 (last edited: 18th January, 2011)
This is not a fragrance to write home about. The type of gentleman this was intended for would consider that vulgar. He's one who expects this fragrance to serve a clearly defined purpose: smell unobtrusively decent, as an English gentleman should. Fresh citrus on top for a morning perk up, settled before the Georgian door of his home snaps shut behind him. Subtle rose and soft spices for the office. Quietly stated quality, no surprises. Like the crisp white Sea Island cotton shirt by Turnbull & Asser and the pinstripe suit by Anderson & Shepherd he's wearing. From a bygone era, but nice to have around (18 September 2008)
Note: This is the kind if fragrance that lives or dies with the quality of the ingredients. Upon the last reformulation this powdery wonder has turned into oversprayed cheap deodorant or something like hairspray wars at the salon.
After the demise of Floris Sandalwood the flagship now follows and I can safely say for myself that Floris, as concerns the English fragrance tradition, is dead. Juan, your armada has sunk at last.
18th September, 2008 (last edited: 30th January, 2010)
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Hmmm! I tend to agree with some reviewers that this stuff reeks of funeral parlour. The opening is nice and flowery, but then it takes on a musty, powdery "death" scent, almost like crusty gym socks or week-old underwear. Maybe that's why James Bond wears it: he's constantly involved with death and deception. So why not name it Floris No. 007?? Certainly this was Floris's biggest lapse in judgement.