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Guess it had to happen since so far everything I've tried from the house of Bogart has ranged from the merely good to downright superb - at some point they had to let me down. Looking at the pyramid you can erase the top notes entirely, never got a whiff of either, incense? Erm, no. not a single wisp of the smokey stuff on me. Drop to the basenotes and cut away all but the thinnest hint of vanilla and what you have left is a big ass synthetic floral mess jammed up both nostrils by the pink nailed fists of a pack of teenage girls drenched in whatever Britney, JLo or Taylor is shilling at KMart this week. Unisex? Are you kidding me? Coco Chanel's great grandmother would have taken a pass on it and now I'm going to go splash some gas on me to get this off.
13th April, 2013