Versace The Dreamer. A new and unsampled first purchase years ago that I foolishly chest-sprayed twice just before bedtime. I had fragmares, bad dreams about the frag monster, until I woke up and showered it off (as much as possible that is).
Oh, man. I feel for you on that one. I know the Dreamer is supposed to dry down into something wonderful, but I can't get past the top at all. I almost blind bought this one. I'm so glad I didn't.
The last blind sniff version gave me a stinking headache... Montana Parfum de Peau. That took some scrubbing.
My worst ever scrubber was Versace Blonde, a vase of rotting tuberose on me. Must be so fabulous on those it suits. My skin loathes tuberose. It was so horrible that i've never forgotten nor tried again to check.
Pure Malt. I know it's loved by many, but it was just way way too sweet to my nose. Actually began to make me feel a bit sick. Once it started to drydown it began to go sour and I was getting what smelled like vomit or bile or something...scrub, scrub, scrub...