Civet bomb like La Nuit
The Que Sais-Je of which I have a decant probably dates from the 1980s. A rosy chypre loaded with civet, it presents like a tamer version of Paco Rabanne's ferocious La Nuit, the raunchfest of its era. (Luca Turin famously quipped that La Nuit smells like Tabu on a horse, and I must agree.) Que Sais-Je is lovely, softer, but oooh-la-la! That civet is like rubbing up against a pussy, and I don't mean felix domesticus.