For a start you can fuck off with that name. How half arsed can you get? But holy mackerel it's quite an opening this perfume makes. The best way I can describe it is soapy, floral, aquatic opening, almost what men's blue fragrances should smell of. There' s a watery fig approximation and traces of that abominable Santal 33, transparent sandalwood which grows and grows as it settles. They had to do it didn't they. Evoke the Spector at the feast. I didn't like this one, but even in it's derivative, unit shifting, lack of imagination, it's still less hateful than it's forebear.