Amouage Figment Man* is a weird perfume. During the week I wore it, people — who (I believe) didn’t realize they were commenting on my fragrance — said things like: “We must have had another garbage disposal problem!” (in the kitchen at work as I made an espresso); “Is that pee?” (person sniffing in the parking garage elevator…how rude!) Another stranger, behind me, on the ‘down’ escalator at the library, asked their companion: “What’s that sickening smell?” (The library smelled fine to me.)
For those who know my tastes, you can probably guess: I like Figment Man…
