Released in 1997, HM was likely the first fragrance to combine the two tendencies of the time, i.e., pale, radiant florals like L'Eau de Issey and the counterculture they sparked, exemplified by mutant floral-orientals like Angel. By pairing the monstrous cassis-floral structure of Angel with the radiance and gloss of aquatic materials (Calone, lemon), it achieved a technically brilliant form, a sort of space-age brass band. But brilliant scoring aside, HM is a truly terrible fragrance. Try, for the sake of iron will, sitting in a car next to a person doused in the stuff without thrusting your head out the window. Not likely. This thing is so loud, so nauseatingly sweet that it's a wonder the neurons in my head are still firing effectively enough to produce this review. Avoid at all costs.