Fleurs d'Oranger clouds the senses, but I'm addicted to it!
First of all: I don't know at all what orange blossoms smell like in nature; I'm from Munich, a city kid, and I've never seen real orange blossoms! When I first encountered the scent, I was immediately captivated and since then I've been dabbing a drop every now and then - no, that's too much, I'd prefer a nano-drop - on my wrist when I want to reminisce. The scent is heavy, powerful and massive from dabbing to fading - which takes a long time. It reminds me of the lush Persian flower gardens and yet it demands to be considered as a flower/flower sequence in itself; if this fragrance were not a ruler in the flower kingdom but a human being, I would compare it to Henry VIII of England, Louis XIV of France or even Napoleon; these rulers did not tolerate anyone next to them! Maryam has aptly written: one loves or hates it; that is probably true, because most of the people I have confronted with this fragrance while wearing it have groaned in agony or have not left my side. But I am still convinced: whoever wears this fragrance feels like a king!