9 years ago
I ordered a sample of Sonnet XVII hoping to love it... the Neruda poem, the cool little indie house, but no. It made me choke and my eyes stream with tears, and not the joyful kind. Fastest scrub ever, mad dash for the soap and water kinda bad. The tiny bit that lingered was beautiful a few hours later but I'd never be able to tolerate that ghastly opening again in order to enjoy the base notes. :/