Here are my most recent thoughts about it after giving it another wear:
SotD: Amouage Interlude Man
It's rich, multi-layered, sweet without being cloying, employs a clever use of a green culinary note, is creative and distinctive, technically sound (as far as I am able to judge such criteria), has great longevity and just-right projection, AND... I don't like it.
Well, that's not true. I like it, but don't love it, and don't feel compelled to wear it anymore. I'm not sure why that is; it's either just too polished and agreeable - the nice guy who always responds "Whatever you want to do, dear" when his significant other asks him what he'd like to do, or perhaps, somehow, it's personality is simply too close - has too many parallels - with my own, if you'll allow me this case of odd and extreme olfactory-anthropomorphism. It's like having a discussion with someone who agrees with you on every single point down to the minutiae; you quickly realize there's no reason to talk at all.
The thought that it might be the latter makes me reconsider just what qualities would comprise the true holy grail. The thought that it's some odd mix of both scares me the most - I don't want to be *that* guy.