Very pleasant, very noticeable yet completely inoffensive floral, with quite a bit of depth and a soft musky drydown.
Better on my skin than on paper.
Feels (feels, not smells) like a modern version of Pleasures, with the very old-lady lily of the valley of the latter replaced by a more general white floral, maybe even with a hint of rose. It's actually weird to smell a fragrance that's fairly loud and yet neither idiotic nor erotic nor weird.
Very clean, very American, a little sexually repressed yet feminine, makes me think of a mum with a blonde bob, an office job, a house in the suburbs, well groomed in a very invisible way and probably uses a douche.
Nice, and I can imagine using it now and then for bedtime scent.
All of the most bitter disputes work like this, by the way: Both sides think they're the powerless party. It's why tipping servers is such a bitter topic among some people -- the server feels like the customer has all of the power (because their entire income comes from tips), and the customer feels like the server has all the power (because they can deny them food and drink and ruin their one night out). It's why the richest people in the world can talk like they're besieged victims , and mean it. It's why the male leaders of the most powerful and richest church in the world can talk like they're being made martyrs due to women asking for birth control . And mean it.