Quailist

Peach shampoo: pleasant but devoid of character. Not bad, but why spend €245 to smell utterly generic?

Rotten cotton candy scent that must have been cooked up in a lab dedicated to finding new Geneva Convention violations. Truly ghastly stuff.

Good girl gone musty! On paper, an inoffensive fruity floral. On my skin, a monstrous heap of sweaty apricots.

A murky, one-note amber and the fragrance of choice for sloths who wear monocles. I'll stick with Ambre 114.

Weirdly sheer and cinnamon-forward with only the barest hint of jasmine. What little my nose detects disappears in no time. Disappointing.