Serge Lutens - Ambre Sultan

This smells like cunt, really.

A+++++++++

Harajuku Lovers - Lil' Angel

Like one of those day-glo Taiwanese jelly-cups (pineapple-flavour) that pose a choking hazard to small children.

Seven Skies - Lalita

Enjoyable orange-sandalwood, autumnal, shines like copper cooking pans. Sister to Satellite's Padparadscha. Earthy.

Tom Ford - Neroli Portofino (Private Blend)

A rude, squelching hesperidic, as if La Tomatina were held with 5041 metric tonnes of bruised oranges.

Guerlain - Jardins de Bagatelle EdP

Makes me eagerly want to wash out my privy parts from a Delft Blue ewer and basin whilst attired in a filmy lacy shift.
There's something cold and Vermeer about it, yet with a winedrop, eggwhite GLUEINESS that seeps and murks all over the chequerboard tiles. A sickly sample? This puce-tinted mollycoddle is at home OL-style, being an amanuensis, or scrubbing floors with drawers slit open.