Polo Blue Ralph Lauren

Immediate brightness courtesy of melon and cucumber—you could swear you've just bitten into a slice of cantaloupe before the mandarin orange arrives to complicate matters, creating a peculiar vegetable-citrus hybrid that feels accidentally rather than intentionally composed. Within five minutes, you're unsure whether you've applied fragrance or cologne-water.

The basil and sage emerge as the fruit fades, introducing herbal greenness that briefly suggests depth and sophistication. Geranium joins in—watery, slightly powdery, nearly aquatic—and for one glorious hour, there's almost something worth smelling here, a herbaceous cologne with faint aquatic whispers that feels vaguely Continental and vaguely competent.

Everything dissolves into an abstract woodsy-musky haze by hour three, then vanishes entirely. You're left with barely-there synthetic musks and the ghost of suede, utterly impalpable, a scent that fades so completely you'll question whether you applied it at all—the fragrance's truest characteristic.