Homme Ice

Grapefruit and bergamot burst forth with that particular synthetic sharpness of budget citrus absolutes, immediately tempered by plum's dark-fruited sweetness. The clary sage flickers briefly like a nervous tic before the fruit domination becomes absolute, creating an impression of cheap, artificially-enhanced fruit cordial rather than natural citrus complexity.

Orange blossom softens the initial aggression whilst cardamom and tobacco introduce a warmer, spicier dimension that finally adds genuine character to the composition. This is Homme Ice's strongest passage—a honeyed floral-spiced interval where the fragrance momentarily transcends its synthetic foundation and suggests something genuinely wearable, though disappointingly brief.

Sandalwood sketches only the faintest creamy suggestion against an increasingly monotonous sweet base that feels almost one-dimensional by this stage. The fragrance essentially collapses into itself, devolving into a faint, undifferentiated sweetness that dissipates within hours, leaving barely a trace on fabric or skin.