Remarkably similar to Pour Un Homme but ten times more pricey Today I spayed one on each arm. There difference is only in the first twenty minutes, with the lavender of Rimbaud being more natural smelling and more effusive whilst being less screechy. But the dry down is 100% identical to my nose.

Oh my, it shouldn't work, but it's incredible. A massive blast of sweaty spices and cleaning product citrus assaults the senses, before rapidly giving way to a creamy blend of citrus and spices. It's soft and tender after the first 5 minutes, like a raging toddler who's suddenly calmed down. There's no base to speak of, so the journey is remarkably short for something so loud at first, but this lends itself to layering, and if it stayed like the opening for too long it would be oppressive. I've just layered this with ample soaky sprays of the heavily discontinued Fate Woman (a moment of behaving like I have the ability to shit out bank notes), and I'm in heaven. Update: it's Jean Marie Farina but maxed up to 1000!

A true Amouage, this is a shapeshifter. It opens very similar to Oud Minérale, with a twist of ylang alongside, then comes the cashmeran. For a while, I could only smell the cashmeran, but then it shifted again, and I started getting a rich, realistic wood feel. It seemed simple, turned out to be very complex, and I love it. This one is strong, but not overpowering. There's definitely more going on than the notes suggest. I'm getting a touch of sweetish mint, somewhere between geranium and spearmint, and possibly a whiff of jasmine, although maybe that's the ylang in disguise. Underneath it all is exceptionally high quality patchouli, leaning bone-dry and without a trace of pickle, and the cashmeran resurfaces to warm it slightly. The more the wear goes on, the more addictive I'm finding it. It's also worth mentioning that, while there's no identifiable incense specifically, there is the general feel of incense, I guess the house DNA, which is heavenly for me as an incense lover. It doesn't resemble anything else apart from the fleeting twinkle of Oud Minérale, but that's probably just the calone. Calone can be horrific with one tweak in the wrong direction but this is genius. One last thing, as others have said it's nothing like BH Man, I beg to differ, I think there are clear common threads, woods, mint, salt, to name three, and it feels related if you're familiar with both.

An expensive leather bag containing lipstick, crayons and a half-eaten caramel-popcorn bar, all of which have become mushed up and smeared into the leather. For me the hour or two dry down is rooty iris, I love it.

Horrible, crass Aventus clone. Up there with Hacivat as the worst iteration of this concept, for me at least. A nauseating vomit accord comes out withing 5 minutes on my skin. To me this smells more like vomit than Sombre.

Sickly tonka soup

It's like Oud Minérale with 30 teaspoons of sugar stirred in. It's difficult to discern much apart from the trademark Xerjoff diabetes-inducing sweetness. It's not the worst Xerjoff but I'd much rather wear something more refined and complex. Like the reviewer below, I also get tobacco, and a lot of it at that. ... OK yes, after 30 mins it's basically Tobacco Vanille, then it morphs into Ambre Nuit. This is way too sickly sweet for me, like everything from this company, so it's a taste thing. Nuclear performance which will gas everyone around you if that's what you like, I prefer not to be that guy.

This succeeds where Épices Exquises failed. The profile is very similar, but this one doesn't turn scratchy with the nasty patchouli note. Here, it's more complex, balanced, and high quality. It's a lovely cardamom perfume.

The most polite, elegant, classy little sparking aura of citrus and fig. The opening is incredible but dissappears in seconds and it has no projection/sillage to speak of, but I find that for situations like starting a new job, when I'm ill, when I don't want to be obviously wearlng perfume, it's perfect. Sometimes quiet is good.