Ambre Magique… is like a magic trick which has failed in front of a crowd of thousands. An embarrassing and defeating failure which doesn’t even warrant hate, but will just be forgotten instead. They must have forgotten to put an amber accord in here, for it is nowhere to be seen. Vanilla is present at least, it’s sweet and creamy and quite pleasant, actually. However it’s from here that problems arise - a warming cardamom is coupled with plasticky orange blossom and then worst of all: cachalox. Of course I don’t know what cachalox smells like in isolation, but it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s this material giving the scent this overall cheapness about it. It doesn’t smell warming, cosy or how you would expect an amber fragrance to smell at all. It just smells like a disinterested perfumer chucked together a load of synthetic wood molecules to create something which smells pleasant, but nothing else. The moment I take my nose away from my arm I’ve already forgotten what it smells like. Painfully boring.