Taormine Keiko Mecheri 2010

It starts off very lemony for me, you spray it on and it smells like lemon, a lemon that seems to ripen on the skin immediately. You suddenly really smell how the lemon becomes riper, you can see in your mind's eye how the lemon peel transforms from plump and juicy to gray-yellow and leathery, getting a nice warming coat of greenish-white fur.

No, this one just doesn’t work for me at all, it has nothing of any pleasant scent, it just stinks.
Therefore, the name is clearly a misnomer; there’s no way the beautiful Taormina would smell like this.

I suddenly have to think more of an old atomic submarine base in Murmansk where the old submarines are rusting away, or maybe Marseille in a setting like at the beginning of Perfume. But Taormina, that’s an insult to the beautiful, tourist-besieged city.

Well, in the heart note, some aromatic notes are added, which I have no idea about, but they prove that aromatic doesn’t necessarily mean good.
The rotten lemon is now just spiked with something, I suspect some herbs that nobody wanted at the market, which doesn’t help much, it still stinks.

The musk scent that eventually becomes noticeable crowns it all; it’s really a stinker through and through on my skin.
Plus, it’s one that has been mixed with glue; when I first tested it in the evening after showering and before sleeping, washing didn’t yield the desired result. So I generously sprayed Rousse by Lutens over it so I could sleep on my arm. It then smelled nice like Rousse, but after 3 hours I woke up again in a cloud of rotten lemon.

Bravely, I just tested it again, and again I see everything in my mind's eye but no city by the Ionian Sea. Rather, an orangery in the area of Pripyat near Chernobyl.