Mayotte Guerlain for women

OK, I "like" Mayotte, but for what I paid, I should love it. The smell is lovely, but I become anosmic to it in minutes it seems. Can't smell it on my wrist at all, but it lingers under my shirt. Unfortunately, sticking one's nose down the neck of one's own top to get a sniff would be considered horrendously bad manners.

I got the "bee bottle" with no atomizer, along with a "complimentary" refillable purse spray bottle. I find dabbing some straight from the bottle onto a half a wad of cotton and tucking it into my bra does give the fragrance a little more presence.

Lesson learned: stay away from those scary sales assocs at Bergdorf's, and get a decant of anything pricey from The Perfumed Court and live with it for a few days before deciding on a purchase.

In some ways, Mayotte reminds me of Panthére de cartier, tho a bit creamier, plus PdC has better sillage and staying power. Maybe I'll layer and see what happens.

Sweet island flowers against a sweet gourmand base produce the olfactory equivalent of seeing a tomato red sweater over a fire-engine red shirt: each one appears to be a shade off. The flowers alternatively screech and sour, then fade away. As in so many of Guerlain’s newer formulations, the heavy-handed use of vanilla takes its toll, bullying the blend and leaving nothing but dried up petals in its wake.