Eros, the new alluring, fascinating scent by Versace is inspired by a vision of an immortal God succumbing to the charms of the 21^st century woman.

Eros, the God in question falls for the modern sorceress, kind, caring yet mercilessly seductive, fragile without a hint of naivety, concocting a tart, delicate, intoxicating scent. Based around the enigmatic dichotomy of the Sicilian lemon and Calabrian bergamot, both fruity and zesty, Eros stretches its fragrant ordinarity right from the opening, balancing the fruitiness with heavy, rich white florals, musk and woody accords.

Eros is the fragrant embodiment of an epic myth, which comes alive with its bright, deep joyful Italian bred citruses spread on a soft floral, nested on a soft, creamy depth, brought forward by musk which cannot be quieted.

With a glamorous quality, Eros puts you sailing on a yacht near Portofino, with Jackie O style and attitude and Audrey Hepburn’s wit. You have a glass of the finest bubbly in flute, and as the Italian breeze makes a pass at you, you catch a whiff of the citrus bush that inhabits the seaside and the intoxicating scent of the floral wreath, crowning a bridal head.

To some, this is a regular run of the mill citrus crying on white floral petals perfume. To me, it’s the loveliest reminder of why I love Italian designer perfumes so much.