Mind you, I'm not one to cast stones or anything, but I have this sample of Vetiver Extraordinaire, and I've named it Eleanor Rigby.
It's lonely. I sprayed it once, and waited for it to develop into my sort of personality. And I waited. And waited. Day turned into night, and I eventually gave up.
I tried it again months later and waited some more. Still none of the toe-curling snap and pungency I was hoping for. I suppose it was too much to ask for a grass-flavored scent. The good news is that if I find Vetiver in the name, I can pretty well write it off as mannered and cultured, and therefore, Not For Me.
Speaking of, Today is Caron Yatagan day.