Rumba Ted Lapidus 2009

My nose was minding its own business engaging in routine smelling when Rumba kidnapped it, not allowing separation from the back of my hand for a good while. Add musk and it's a classical oriental, but this has something better — seductive orange blossom, rich oakmoss and rose. Next morning, a warm trace is still on my skin. Though it’s not listed, there must be something animalic here. There’s just a little:,"I’ve gone to the circus in my mink and I’m eating popcorn." Just a tad. Rumba is at once luxurious and exciting. One proviso. Lapidus must have been using a chemical something-or-other by this time, perhaps an aldehyde. I detected it more strongly in Lapidus Woman. Here, the rest is so successful I have to overlook the chemical, but it does prevent the depth of scent immersion offered by other great near-orientals.