Fleur de Terre
Shu Uemura (2008)

Tawny, smooth and weird, like a cat's eye gemstone. A great fresh wallop of herby bergamot which dries down to a delicate but insistently more-ish creamy orange. Strangely plasticky, despite a total absence of syntheticness - it does smell like it could have been made with essential oils. Doesn't really go anywhere else. I'm obsessed with this smell and can't stop sniffing myself. Seems to have no sillage.