There’s a fruity-oud aspect in the waft that seems incongruous, and is totally unexpected juxtaposed with the sweet, nutty, milky-creamy sandalwood—it reminds me more than a little of Bond no 9’s New York Oud. Which is a good thing, but may be a little much (sweet-wise) for warmer weather.
I probably shouldn’t talk about any perfume when I’m not feeling well—I’m currently suffering from a nasty cold—since it may be affecting my sense of smell, but this fruit-compote assaulting my senses is so plush that I cannot NOT comment on it.
It makes me think of the dancing hippos from Fantasia: enormous ladies clad in pink, yet light on their toes. A true fete by one of my favorite noses, Pierre Guillaume.