I always believe, and preach, that it’s unfair to review a perfume unless you wear it…in decent quantity. You can’t judge a perfume from a scent strip, spraying it on paper, or dabbing a drop or two (Pilgrim-like) on your wrists. When I test a fragrance, I spray it liberally on my chest and arms. So: I hereby admit I’m reviewing the new Paco Rabanne Invictus1 based only on a couple of sprays aimed at the back of one hand (where I can “easily” scrub it away as soon as I’m convinced it has delivered its full “personality”). The thought of dousing myself with Invictus is repellant!
Invictus is an ugly perfume…