It's very sweet. Way too sweet for my personal taste. My partner described it as "those green sour gummi bear apple rings". And I absolutely agree. Not my style.

The Byredo plastic shampoo dna is strong in this one. It's also in Bal D'Afrique, GW and Animalique. Mojave Ghost plays to its name. The sapodilla is sugared and the overall scent is so lightly dusted thats it's hardly there at all. I do think the florals here are lovely, but they are so translucent in the composition. Maybe that's the point? The Mojave Desert is dry, spiky, rocky, bold and even dangerous. It's magnificent! Mojave Ghost smells like a new Starbucks on the side of the road just before you enter.

Mojave Ghost from Byredo is a wistful floral. A little milky, a little woody, a little sad. With a gently soapy violet aspect to it, more like laundry soap than handsoap. Something that you might use to clean a dusty Edwardian frock. It first calls to mind the girls in their frothy ivory dresses from the film Picnic at Hanging Rock, and their mysterious disappearances. It makes me think of ruffles and lace period, I suppose, worn by people who’ve yet to encounter loss or grief. A child who one moment has no concept of death, and then in the next second when they learn of their missing sister who will never return, or their terminally ill relative or a grandparent who died in their sleep...and then with that knowledge that none of us will be here forever and eventually we’re all going to shuffle off of this plane of existence... things are just different. Perhaps we’re not going to disappear into a massive and uncanny geological formation, possibly ushered along by unseen forces (like the Hanging Rock girls) but that our lives will one day end is a certainty. Mojave Ghost smells like the moment just after you’ve come by this information, and you know you are never again going to be as happy as you were before you knew it.