Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind
I've come to expect things from Hugo Boss. First mistake, I know, but with such a knockout scent as Hugo Boss Hugo (try saying that five times fast), I thought that the house had some fragrance mojo goin' on. Alas, it is not to be. Hugo Boss XY goes on like high-end hotel soap -- very clean, vaguely oriental, and slightly fruity. Then, depending on your fortunes, it may achieve another movie parody name -- Gone in 90 Minutes. Even if it hangs around, this scent is the king of intimate silage. Within an hour, it's a skin scent. Now it doesn't smell revolting, but neither is it interesting. It's like hotel soap meets harem oil with a few pieces of citrus arranged in the room for feng-shui power. Anyone want a slightly used sample?