This one's a divisive Montale. What it promises on the tin - wood and spices - it delivers for some, but for others, it's a screechy floral mess, a generic freshie, or even worse, a whiff of cat pee. A chaotic opening often gives way to a pleasant, well-performing drydown, if you can stick it out. Definitely not a blind buy.

Private Label is a divisive beast, a monument to unadulterated masculinity that some will worship and others will recoil from. Brace yourself for a raw, uncompromising ride; it's a love-it-or-hate-it affair, but never boring.