I did too, but I forgot what I knew. Something that happens when I don't keep notes, have no memory of reading about a fragrance, remember only adjectives like "pleasing," and decide to be impetuous and spritz without aforethought (or afore-research):
Feeling adventurous, I selected the ambery fluid in the retro-kitschy-chic Jean Paul Gaultier snowglobe bottle, because a) I tend to enjoy ambers; b) the idea of Gaultier invokes edginess; c) I remember spraying Classique early last fall, and thinking it was indeed nice in a "classic" way (uh-oh...see where this is heading?...); d) the juice is amber colored, and has that darn torso inside it.
Instantly, I remember. Floral. Smooth white floral. Amber meter plummets. I remember my recent tuberose sampling, and smack my forehead. THAT's what this is. I shake my head, and realize I am two for two today. Why? This morning, I was asked to describe Mariella Burani, and went through a similar process: I knew I remembered being pleasantly surprised by what was inside, but could not remember just what "it" was. Rather than track down any notes, I just spritzed. What MB was was something considerably more floral, and considerably less amber, than I anticipated.
Maybe my recent run of sodden fruit perfumes has influenced me, along with the subzero temperatures?
All I know is, while there's nothing wrong with the Fragile, as it dried down and now as it fades away, I'm thinking of how I could have spent my afternoon. With Chergui. Or, investigating value perfumes, like that L'Aromarine Opoponax extrait, or Yves Rocher Voile d'Amber. Or any of the leathers I was thinking of putting on and scenting my sweater with. Sorry, Cuir de Lancome! Au revoir, L'Ombre Fauve!
Fortunately, this will be a three day weekend, so I have an extra day to play and experiment.