I tested twice on paper at the perfume counter and briefly on skin, but either the tester contents were different from what's in the bottle or I'd become anosmic by then because not until I opened it at home did I realize I'd made a mistake in buying this expensive Guerlain. While it has all the beauty of Guerlain greats, this darling doesn't linger long enough to be appreciated. It opens with an enthralling blast of gardenia and neroli, but in moments these heady notes become mere phantoms, their glory drifting away. Soon Cruel Gardenia lives up to its name by turning into a skin scent, having cruelly absconded with my money and left virtually nothing behind. Oh, sure, if I actually make physical contact between my nose and my skin I can smell it for a good while, but my nose has better things to do than glue itself to my arm. It would like to smell breakfast and lunch, for instance, hubby's Sir (D.S. & Durga), Avenutus, and other knock-outs., when he wears them. So this review is not a complaint about composition or beauty. On the contrary, Cruel Gardenia is intoxicating when it can be detected--the best gardenia solifore I've smelled to date (but likely not for long since I'm collecting gardenia decants for a sniff fest). What I object to is the theft it commits--giving me almost nothing in exchange for quite a bit.