The tree tomato of my youth was rebranded a 'tamarillo', an egg shaped ruby red fruit with skin that has the feel of modern day silicon kitchen utensils. We make chutney with tamarillo in early winter, so imagine my surprise when I sampled Horizon and thought 'tamarillo chutney'.
What's more it was a boozy one, as if I had added a kick, which I frequently do (Marsala, mostly)
The evaporating molecules gave way to an earthy scent, white roots rather than the Mandragore that first sprung to mind. The heart notes, delicious as they were faded quickly on my skin. There was nothing but a trace two hours later and that trace resembled Bal a Versailles or Alahine, opopanax and orange blossom, amber and honey. I can't say I would wear this except for its novelty, the ability to mention an apparently unchanged formula from long ago. It occurs to me that this fragrance would be wonderful on a man/woman in uniform, something about serge and brass buttons, a polished boot. That imagination running wild again.