Imitation Woman smells like a person choking on passion fruit (actually ylang ylang, cassis, and licorice), passing out, and micturating in the process. Blasted out with an aldehydey rush that has you involuntarily raising your eyebrows and jerking your head back in surprise (Duncan’s eyes practically popped out when he smelled it), this is one of 2018’s most uncompromising releases.
The name, too. Obviously, it goes without saying that in fact, as is always the case with Amouage, there is simply an Amouage for women and one for men (the latter just smelled like a passable woody iris to me), but as you find yourself chuckling at the name you just know that the creative director, Christopher Chong is doing it deliberately, provocatively, just because he loves the ring of the words.
An ‘imitation woman’?
What IS that exactly ?