Sauvage Dior 2015 Eau de Toilette

What can you expect from someone who claims their last encounter with perfume was when they were 18 years old in a large disco named after a highway? Right, absolutely nothing, and that's why it was little surprising for this very someone (me) to be so enchanted after five minutes in Douglas by Dior Sauvage EdT that it was promptly purchased. Should I have let myself be enchanted for ten minutes instead and neutralized the first impression with a raisin bun from Kamps across the street? Probably, and I would have likely noticed that something was off.
The initial euphoria over the supposed entry into the mysterious mechanisms of perfume faded as quickly as the deceptive bergamot, which is merely meant to create an illusion of freshness for the clueless. Behind it lurks unmistakably and for everyone, voluntarily or involuntarily, the enemy of every decent, cheap, and fair nose: Ambroxan. For me, initially also a foreign concept, until I could unmask it after some Google searching as the synthetic twin of the legendary sperm whale vomit. Oily and heavy in the nose, simultaneously bitter, chemical, and sweet, like diesel with sugar sprinkles. This molecule loves fat and clings persistently to every receptor, causing thousands of brain cells to die off regularly. One thing is clear: the Ambroxan note dominates everything here, just as it dominates every city bus in the height of summer. Behind it, a slight spiciness can be sensed, but the perfume maintains the association of "freshly showered wild boar on poorly oiled two-stroke" all day long.
But it remains the initial and Gretchen question of why countless people (myself included) allow themselves to be enchanted by Sauvage EdT daily, even though it should, according to some in the community, be prosecuted as a crime against humanity before the International Criminal Court in The Hague. A discussion on this is probably as meaningful as the debate over whether Aventus batch "Beta-Epsilon-0815-Hubba-Bubba" is more durable than Aventus batch "Tomato-Cucumber-Lettuce with Herb Vinegar." Scents are and remain subjective. If one wants to give Sauvage some credit, it is that it stands out against Eros and Bleu and Armani and whatever else. You try things out and inevitably get stuck with Sauvage.
Whether standing out at all costs is a sensible approach, however, is another very debatable topic.