I ended up using your Fume Finder to purchase a whole bunch of perfume, and it turns out that one's mainstream dollar goes a lot further than one's niche dollar. I don't know most of them and you make everything sound so good. (And, yes, I have a problem.)
Among my choices is your beloved Aramis 900, which is such a reach for me because I bought the original Aramis at a young age and I'm still traumatized by the experience.
Thank you for being a valued customer!
My FragranceNet order arrived today and, anxious to try everything at once, I started spraying wildly into the air. Except I don't have a Frédéric Malle cylindrical fan system, so the living room now smells like a French brothel. And also like the elevator at my dentist's office. Thank goodness brothels don't have elevators. The smell would be bad enough, but who'd want to touch the buttons?
|French brothels: no elevators, but no dentists, either.|
Because of your repeated endorsements over the past few months, I first tried Aramis 900 on my skin and found it almost startlingly big and bitter. The smell wasn't reminiscent of the original Aramis (thankfully), but the fear it elicited in me was. Still, I hung in there, cognizant of my constant complaining over all the sleazy sweet generic masculines, a category in which Aramis 900 definitely didn't belong. In fact, if you told me it was a feminine chypre from the 1930s, I wouldn't call you a liar.
At first I did wish for more floral notes, especially when all the herbs and spices were blasting through my nose. I even started singing a verse from "Where Have All The Flowers Gone," the first verse, of course, otherwise it wouldn't have made any sense. ("Dan doesn't like his cologne and now he's singing about missing soldiers?")