My Fifth Avenue Elizabeth Arden 2018

Yesterday, my husband pointed out a bottle to me in the department store.
My Fifth Avenue.

I was pleased with his nice gesture, as he usually doesn't care much for perfumes.

But I always like to try Arden fragrances, as they often offer good quality at an acceptable price.
Fifth Avenue scored points with me - would MY Fifth Avenue also become mine?

The price was already fair.

However, the scent didn't quite fit like a second skin.
The pyramid reads beautifully.
All the ingredients appeal to me.

My husband looks at me expectantly - I look back questioningly.

Somehow, My feels uneven with a certain severity to sharpness.
I don't know which ingredient is responsible for that.

Normally, I appreciate the Ardens for their easy-going attitude, which makes them pleasantly uncomplicated.

The scent isn't bad - just a bit disorganized.
It seems to me not fully thought out and therefore unfinished.

Oppa or Omma? - that's what people say around here about such products.

My husband nudges me towards the CK shelf, where I immediately find Obsessed, because that speaks a clear language.