I would swear there are aldehydes in Sonnet that linger and linger on my skin for ages and steal the show of this perfume. They're not listed, but I know that all-too-familiar smell that some enjoy and some despise. A few minutes in, the poof of the powder begins and mingles with aldehydic waves.
Sonnet is a mature perfume, and certainly one quite different than offerings of the last thirty years or so. This is what we all imagine ladies used to smell like, you know, the ladies in their fur coats with their Lilly Dache hats and opera gloves. This is true vintage and could be considered a bit harsh by today's sweet standards. It settles down to a skin scent within a few hours and I thought that was that. Not at all. About four hours later, I noticed a spicy aroma, with a vibe similar to Youth Dew, or Bright Night. Sonnet had morphed into a spice bomb, altho a skin scent spice bomb. The combination of carnation and spices suddenly came together strongly, but rather late to the game. An interesting vintage that takes you on a Journey, through true notes. Sonnet is a chameleon. If you're a vintage fiend, you'll enjoy this one for its diversity. Another Avon vintage surprise!