Amouage’s Journey Woman opens with a radiant osmanthus – a delicate yellow flower famous for smelling of apricots and often used in the Far East to add a subtle floral note to black tea. And true enough, this does smell of apricots, or some other delicate stone fruit perhaps, like peaches or plums, lightly dusted with nutmeg and cardamom. I have to admit, the opening accord caused a brief rush of emotion in me, but before long, this fragrance had settled into a firm ‘like’ rather than a ‘love’. I think it’s because a whole pot of honey was poured over the already sweet osmanthus accord in the heart, making it quite unbearably sweet and heavy to my nose. Anything delicate captured in the opening minutes of the fragrance – the gentle osmanthus, the apricots, the light spices – were immediately weighted down and made doughy by the onslaught of honey.