Paco Rabanne's fragrances have not always convinced me, and Lady Million strikes me as rather off-putting with its name and bling-bling bottle. I imagine the wearer as a bleached something with artificial nails and breasts, a party girl in white jeans with knee holes, tacky shoes, a faux fur vest, and a heavily made-up face. I will probably get heavily criticized for this, but Lady Million has a real Ghetto Barbie image for me. In contrast, I am a goth; my signature look is smoky eyes, not only because it suits me, but also because I am simply too clumsy for "clean" looks, and this smudged, imperfect style really appeals to me. My hair is curly, always a bit wild, and has no close relationship with a comb, as no brush or comb in the world can get through the jungle anyway. And according to my father, my whole look resembles "a cross between Jack Sparrow, Victorianism, and a horror movie witch." Thanks, Daddy! Anyway, something tells me that I do not fit the classic target audience of Lady Million and all its flankers. I do remember spraying Lady Million, the original, at some point in a perfume shop and not finding it that bad, but I could be mistaken. So, approaching Lady Million Lucky without prejudice, maybe I will even be lucky enough to like this scent.
Unfortunately, this stuff strongly reminds me of Pure XS, which I also found somewhat unpleasant. This cloying, overripe note, as if you left a honeydew melon on the verge of rotting too long in the sun. Really nauseating, I can't say it any other way. You can also find this note in Olympea; it seems to be some secret ingredient that Paco Rabanne has in barrel size sitting in his perfume lab and randomly mixes in liters into each of his creations. But in Olympea, this mushy fruit note is at least balanced out by other nuances, which is why I don't find that scent bad; unfortunately, in Pure XS and here in Lucky, that balance just doesn't work at all.
Cloying, sticky-sweet, suffocating, intrusive - the essence of everything that is wrong with the fragrances of the 2010s. That would be my opinion on this scent, condensed into one sentence.
To elaborate:
The top note is pure sugar water, the residue of some sickly sweet children's soda that triggers hyperactivity spikes and diabetes, left standing in the blazing sun for hours in a nearly empty glass. On top of that, there's the most artificial raspberry aroma, the kind used in bright pink children's candies. The whole thing is then smothered in honey. 'Drenched' would be too nice a way to put it, as the smell only brings one image to my mind: a James Bond villain who ties up his henchmen when they don't obey him and lowers them into a huge barrel of honey, where they then miserably suffocate. Or he pulls them out just before they suffocate, dips them a few more times to the brink of unconsciousness, and then locks them, still tied to the chair and covered in honey, in a room with a particularly aggressive, hyper-bred mutant swarm of hornets and wasps. Bond then finds the sweet-smelling, sticky, sting-covered, and swollen corpse in the villain's lair. Yes, death by honey, that's how you could describe the base note. Cedar, sandalwood, and cashmere wood, if they are present, have no chance whatsoever of standing up to that.
The sillage is not bad, but I would really wish it were weaker here. A spritz on the wrist is enough to send the whole room into a sugar coma.
Conclusion: Stay away from this stuff! I'm sorry for everyone who likes it, but... no, I'm not really sorry.
Top Notes 
Raspberry
Heart Notes 
Hazelnut
Jasmine
Rose
Base Notes 
Honey
Cashmere wood
Cedar
Sandalwood
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SolisOccasum
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