Prepare for division: Fortis is a moody, woody beast that delivers a dark, sensual punch. While some find it a softer, more wearable ode to Black Afgano, others dismiss it as a mere imitation. It's a love-it-or-hate-it affair, but undeniably captivating.

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.