Goes on somewhere between incensey and woody, with a hint of cinnamon and benzoin. As ever with my skin I don't get a lot of wet/fruity plum but an extra squirt gives me a pleasing, well-rounded aura of Something Nice. It's classy and restrained: like breathing in the scent of an antique Chinese incense cabinet, as opposed to being assaulted by the aroma of a hippy shop. Very enjoyable.
Intriguing. It's sort of like what I imagine a Mini Milk ice lolly would taste of once it had grown up and got dumped a few times. There's something smoky in there and a hint of saffron or sassafras or something similary acrid - which may be the citrus. It reminds me of a BPAL scent inspired by the cowboy character from Dracula, but where that drowned in root-beer horribleness this is surprisingly unisex and pleasingly stable. Other reviewers praise its complexity and blendedness - I'm finding it
Tom Ford: Tuscan Leather
Leather. Burnt pencil shavings. Coal. Hrm. This is not loving me, and nor indeed am I loving it in return. Veeeery dry and somehwat bitter. I don't get any raspberry at all. Big surprise really, I'm not a leather fan and also not big on trad-masculine scents, which I suspect is why this one has been waiting so long in the test queue.
L'Artisan Parfumeur: Mechant Loup
Honestly, with a name like that how could I not try it?
So there's definitely a note somewhere in this that I specifically don't like; it's right there in the opening, too, although it rapidly disappears under something much more gourmandy. I can't unfortunately identify it offhand, although looking at the description it's very likely to be the liquorice/aniseed. This is a hard to classify scent, I wouldn't call it typically masculine
Hmmmmm. So: Estee Lauder Pleasures. I loved this stuff back in the 90s; it has an assertive, in-your-face niceness about it that just says "I am absolutely not in the mood to be (a) a sex object or (b) in any way tolerant towards your bullshit today". It's the middle-class mum whose face the school receptionist dreads seeing, because she knows very well it won't go away until little Jack and Olivia have the school canteen completely rearranged to fulfil their gluten-free extra virgin olive