This is a cheap-smelling, crass perfume which would be appropriately priced at around 50 euros per 100ml, rather than the ludricous actual price point. It's scratchy, obnoxious and entirety synthetic in it's vibe, and not in a good way. Among the myriad vanilla perfumes flooding the market of late, there are so many better, cheaper options. This is trash, and to top it off it irritates my throat and lungs.

This is an incredible iteration of violet, and an incredible vetiver perfume. I'm surprised by the claims that it lacks the Amouage DNA, for me it was immediately transcendentally beautiful and opulent, and I perceive a direct link to Lyric Woman, notably in the violet (despite violet not being listed in LW). I will say that it is remarkably similar to Girl by Comme des Garçons, except that this one is unmistakably better, I can only imaging the ingredients used are of far superior quality. However, if you can't afford this, Girl is a very viable alternative and a perfume I already had a great deal of respect for. Portrayal has a richer depth, a sweet resiny undercurrent and lacks the dusty woodiness of Girl. Girl can become a bit relentless sometimes, whereas Portrayal is eternal while never becoming annoying. Update: god this is wonderful. There's also a very delicate, subtle sprinkling of (maybe) cumin giving it a slight body smell vibe.

I've been quite shocked testing this brand that a lot of the perfumes have jarring, loud and synthetic base-note overloads. The brand image seems to be restrained/refined class but the scents are screechy, scratchy and designer-esque, and it baffles me because Sonia Constant has done loads of decent stuff for designers that doesn't fit into the shouting, beasty ambrofixative category. Maybe this is the type of thing she likes wearing, so it's what she's concentrating on for her own brand, but it's really not for me. If you like this style, this is a good perfume.

If I'd never smelled Interlude Man I'd think this was the best amber ever, but it's very similar, but slightly inferior to the Amouage for me.

Beautiful jasmine and resin. I get elemi from this, or perhaps it's the olibanum, but it's the same lemony type I love in Myths Man. Eveyone is bashing the newer Amouage but, while I love the Chong-era perfumes, some of the newer ones are sneaking up on me too. I absolutely love this. Update: there's a fleeting moment in the opening when I catch a scratchy woody amber, but it passes and the beautiful salty jasmine takes over. It feels fresh and briny, with a vibrant lemony shimmer. The dry down brings out the cardamom and an absolutely devestating sandlewood accord, absolutely top notch. It's very addictive and dynamic. I feel like this is underrated, maybe due to the bad direction they went in with packaging/branding. The curcuma here is in the mid and drydown unlike what the pyramid suggests, and it reminds me of Cuir Cúrcuma in its creaminess. Update: like a jasmine version of Encens Mythique.

Very strange, especially for a Salmon era Amouage. It's very spicy and aldehydic, with a monstrous, woody, musky, ambergris base. I left it a few months and it's really changed in the bottle. Every time I smell my skin I get something different. One minute there's huge turmeric, the next it's gone, but overall the thing I get least is the rose, then the jasmine, whereas when I first sprayed from the flacon it was jasmine-forward and much more gentle. I'm glad it turned out like this, and I'd say contrary to the bottle shape and packaging design this will be one for days when I want to wear a masculine scent.

A nice spicy rose scent with a big gust of hot breath from someone who doesn't clean their teeth enough. Or their tongue 🤢

This is an ode to classic perfumery, with nods to Chanel and Guerlain, a stunning, voluptuous floral with honeyed benzoin and vanilla softening the base. The type of person who wears this would be classy but not showy, a friendly sort of class, mature and confident but with youthful energy, whereas the type of person wearing the ghastly 2024 New Look would be some sort of youth compensating for their generational malaise by smelling like a chemical explosion and probably sporting some sort of jagged, asymettrical haircut.

Scratchy AF chemicals making my nose hairs curl up. It is Bisch through and through. High pitched, histrionic, headache-inducing gass warfare. I simply cannot fathom what the hell he's gonna do chez Hermès.

Chicken goujons with peppered breadcrumbs dipped in lemon/lime mayo dip. I don't not like it, but it does smell like food.