You're sitting at an outdoor cafe table in the evening. You've got a half cup of strong, sweet coffee left and a flaky, buttery pineapple-preserve-filled pastry you haven't started in on yet. Someone is smoking a couple tables away. Your table is bathed in a pool of warm electric light while the city beyond is shrouded in dark velvety night.
Often perfumes in the 6-8 star range are nice, but forgettable. This is not that. I've never smelled anything like this, but it loses points for me on the sweetness. I'm not afraid of a gourmand, but this is too strong and too sweet for my taste.
