Wow. This is not what I expected. A sweet strawberry jam opening with a hint of rose, you dropped off the roses 100 miles back, and there’s only a faint whiff remaining. Sure, it’s cute and warm and fruity and floral. Lovely. But the dry down. Oh! The dry down is pure Tom Ford - I think it’s tonka bean and bitter almond. Your roses are a vague memory and you’re in a nightclub with young men in sweaty ironed shirts smelling fabulous.