When fragrances are as hyped up and expensive as those from house Clive Christian, one would expect them to be the 'holy grail' of all perfume ... so mindblowing that one would feel the need to sell one's grandmother to possess them! While CC X for men is nice, it certainly doesn't inspire one to lofty delirium, simply to delusions of grandeur.
Fruit in fragrances falls out of my enjoyment circle when not used cleverly, and unfortunately the blast of Pineapple over-sweetens what could have been a tingling Bergamot at the top of this fragrance ... the Rhubarb would've been plenty. This sweetness is fortunately short-lived until the fragrance enters my favorite part of its evolution ... the peppery Jasmine in the heart is wonderful and if X was only about this combination it would be super chic along with some of the lovely base notes. Unfortunately the effect becomes 'so much the same as' a few other masculine Oriental Fougere's out there. In actual fact, this fragrance reminds me a lot of one of my favorites, Costume National Homme, in the drydown ... but CNH is much better.
The supposed 'snob value' of CC X falls rather flat in the end. Far from X-'citement' all I am really reminded of is 'portly and balding' ... this fragrance strikes my nose as extremely dated.
I would probably wear CC X for a short while were it presented to me as a gift. The £350 odd that it retails for, however, would be better spent on things that one really loves and not merely likes.