Pick up the bottle and it's heavy. Spray and it's fine. A fine, heavy blast of...I don't know what! Is it vintage soap and vinegar? Flowers, sour flowers and green things? Sweet; is it sweet? It is, sweet and sour. It isn't vinegar, it's...I don't know what!! It is evocative, nostalgic though fresh and perhaps somehow young, if precocious; or confidently carelessly mature in an energetic, unfading fashion. I've been wearing this almost two years and I still can't reckon it completely. First spray jolts me to attention, I feel refreshed and clear. There is something clean here, something solid, wrapped around with thick, richly vaporous flowers. I want to spray more, the mist is so fine and the bottle so solid! It gets greener the more I spray until I feels it is suffocating and I love it. As the cloud settles down and drifts out I feel myself settling and drifting with it. It starts to get dirty to me in an earthy soil way but is so...I don't know, airy? There is nothing powdery here, nothing soft. Honey and amber do smooth it out but there remains a spikey (or spininess) to it; backbone, say. Temperature does much in the intensity and duration. In summer Ella is brisk, heady and sexy; the animal really comes out and it shimmers and blends with my skin. In cooler weather it feels wilder, rebellious, maybe even cold blooded - maybe repressed and cracking, not content to fit in. I've found at certain times I don't even care that I don't know why or what, this makes me feel how I want to feel when I don't know how I want to feel. It is elemental to me.