While regarded as a classic or “aged scent”, I have had the “you smell amazing although it reminds me of my grandad” queue with a slightly intoxicated giggle from the girl at the bar.
That sits just fine with me. Its power base notes of patchouli, leather & amber would be what you associate with a masculine loved one. For me, that’s an excellent first impression. Your date will perhaps pick up on the core heart notes, the softness of jasmine subtly mixed in with cedarwood, followed by a slightly overpowering touch of sandalwood.
Now, forgetting opinions from strangers at bars (as that should never matter), we get to this fragrance's interesting personal top notes. The initial application becomes an almost private moment, where the slight tingle fades from your skin, as you are hit with a citrus mixture of scents. It immediately transports you to somewhere Mediterranean almost as if you were standing out over an ancient harbour wall, watching the sun fade away or, perhaps somewhere Arabian looking over a sandy city skyline before going out to dinner. With that feeling of fulfilment and contentment, your hard work is paying off.

Oh, daydreaming of better things to come… Getting back on point, the lemon scent of bergamot offers a mix of light but sharp citrus notes. Most people pick up on this but fail to understand what it truly is, a type of oil extracted from the peel or in technical terms the rind of a dwarf kind of Seville orange.
The violet helps tie in with the lavender with its light innocent note, which makes sense as it’s the flower of the virgin Mary but only briefly, as there is nothing like the naivety of innocence for a brief second before reality hits. The hawthorn & honeysuckle helps sweeten the sharpness of the Spanish Seville, and the mace gives it the slight spicey warm twist and pazazz, which, like the bergamot we touched on earlier, make this bottle, Fahrenheit. Lastly, the chamomile halts the mixture from being overpowering, keeping it classy but subtlety dangerous.