This happened about six months ago, but I guess there's no expiration date on stuff like this!
So I'm walking to work. First time wearing my new Aventus decant. It's a bit of a brisk morning so I'm going at a decent clip. I pass by this incredibly gorgeous woman in a fur coat, easily the hottest woman I've seen in this neighborhood, and as I pass her by she literally turns around and screams. Not a horror movie scream-queen scream, but like a facetious little "aaaaAAH!" I turn around, thinking maybe my cigarette burned her coat or something, and she's already approaching. I'm about to say something when she just grabs my jacket lapels, looks at me with this crazed expression and then buries her face in my neck. It was about this time I realized this woman is actually one of my city's major fashion moguls, someone who's having a breakout year and is about to blow up worldwide (if the newspapers are anything to go by).
So she goes, "In the name of all that is holy, what IS that you are wearing?" I was still too dumbfounded to say anything, so she just stared at me for a bit. Now, I'm not a hideous guy but I ain't any kind of Adonis either, so the next thing she said surprised me a great deal, and I have to attribute it at least a little bit to the fragrance. She goes, "You could be a model. Here's my card, talk to me next week. Tell me then," turns on her heel and walks away, like the quirky fashion queen she apparently is.
I walk the rest of the way to work in a bit of a daze, go to the third-floor machine to have a nice strong double-size cup of coffee, wake up a bit and see if I wasn't just dreaming the whole thing, and the first thing that happens is that the cleaning lady (who never says anything to anyone) is sort of hovering around me at an uncomfortable distance. As the machine takes its sweet old time to grind and pour my cup, she just starts slowly but surely converging on me, through this circuitous motion of supposedly-inconspicuous-but-ultimately-obvious mopping movements, and by the time my cup is ready she has me completely hemmed in. The spot where I'm standing is literally the only dry spot in the vicinity. I look at her as I go and give her a brief smile, and MY GOD that woman has never smiled like that at anyone before. She was leaning so far towards me I'm amazed she didn't fall over.
Then there was the meeting. Standard weekly meeting with the team - progress reports, deliverables and dependencies - and in the middle of it my boss (female), whilst talking at length, after turning her head towards me, just... stops talking. Just sits there, like she got struck by invisible lightning. By this point I'm super self-conscious about the whole thing, so I'm thinking to myself that I should probably go home and take a shower before somebody does something completely irrational. She looks back at me and makes direct eye contact. She mouths something, but I can't tell what it is. The whole team is looking. At that moment, I know: The Aventus has her. (She is now my wife, by the way.)
Later that night I went to a restaurant and at one point, every single server in the building was forming a semicircle around me, smiling and nodding at my awesome stories and surreptitiously sniffing (they thought I wouldn't notice but I did). Servers even came from nearby restaurants to catch a whiff. After the meal the chef team came out so they could thank me for coming in there and filling the place with that wonderful smell. At one point a man had a heart attack at the table next to us, but when I leaned over him as he was inhaling in preparation for his dying breath, suddenly the light came back into his eyes. I got a standing ovation when I left, as well as a lifetime coupon for free ginger ale. People threw money at me. It was glorious, I tell you.
That's with the z01 batch, of course. I wore an ashy batch once and within minutes of leaving my house I was stabbed, crapped on by a dog and run over by a guy with a twirly moustache on a unicycle. YMMV. Just a matter of skin chemistry, I suppose.