Yes, Basteri! Another unwilling convert is dragged kicking and screaming into the Temple of Yatagan. I had the same experience: horror at first sniff, incredulous regret during the first couple wearings, feeling of being stalked by huge angry celery, soil dangling from their hairy and profane roots, sold the bottle but kept waking up from Yatagan dreams, bought another bottle: further deja vu incredulity, rhythmic moist forehead-slapping sounds, but wait: what here? no celery, something else really interesting, in fact a forest, a sylvan suite, an animalic chamber music, more compulsive sniffing, followed this time by a helpless smile. I love this stuff.