It was impossible for me to grasp this perfume at first. The first time I smelled it I thought it was like bin juice/Promise (which I also didn't like but now do like), but I've learned that with perfume, especially Amouage perfume, I should always try again (bar anything that turns my stomach).

I've completely come around now, and I find this to be a majestic, spectacular journey, almost unparalleled anywhere in the world of perfumery. I can't have a favourite Amouage, as they are all so bold, and it's so dependent on my mood and many other factors, but I think this one is about as genius as you can get, and perfectly represents Christopher Chong's creative vision, and the harmonious, wonderful repeated collaboration between him and Karine Vinchon Spehner over the years. What a beautiful way to end an era.

My original review:

"There's a lot going on here.

The opening for me is coconut and basil shoved in your face/up the nostrils before quickly making way for some vomity, poopy rotting fruit, with shit loads of syrupy sugar.

It's an assault on the senses, bearing no resemblance to the advertised notes (except the grapefruit) and is more like a Xerjoff than an Amouage. Sickly."

So so wrong on all counts!

I feel ashamed for comparing this to a Xerjoff. I'm figuratively slapping my wrists, and literally cringeing as I reread what I wrote 😅