Ambroxan beat me up

I have it on good authority that the vanilla in this is beautiful. But for me, this perfume was a lesson is frustration.

After applying the sample, for the briefest moment (fraction of a second) I got a whiff of some really nice vanilla. But then Ambroxan landed a roundhouse-kick to my nose.

At that point, I could only smell Ambroxan: its shoe left behind, wedged up in my nostril.

I did a saline rinse. I did a second saline rinse. I did a third saline rinse and only then was I able to dislodge the Ambroxan footprint.

I don’t enjoy being batted across the nose by Ambroxan so in the parlance of Randy Jackson, “so yeah, it’s a no from me, dog.”