This was another fragrance that smelled like absolutely nothing at all the first time I tried it. This time, it's doing slightly better, with a weak plasticky opening that somehow does manage to convey a tropical scene in spite of itself. Disappointing as this stage is, I would still file it away with Bulgari Aqua for its ability to truly convey seawater, though in a much more temperate way than Bulgari's tempestuous, bracing, winter sea air. After a while, a change brings hope: a mildly spicy, tropical, sun-baked varnished wood vibe appears under the receding spray, almost like a distant waft of Tommy Bahama. I happen to like the idea of TB and some of its notes, but find it too harsh and heavy in its implementation; this vague echo of it within Aqua Motu appeals to me. It allows me to live out my tropcal Margaritaville fantasy vicariously, as if through another man's cologne. It's the one time in my life that a scent has reminded me of root beer, and I've liked it. Just don't expect an aquatic for long, and don't expect much strength.