From most of the reviews, you'd think that ELDO was the world's next Femme, or at least a sexed-up Ambre Narguile or Nuit de Noel. But what I mostly get is Angel, if not in notes, then in spirit. Not that that's a bad thing, really, but what my nose interprets is far removed from the hyperbolic promises of extreme naughtiness that so many reviewers have breathlessly lavished on this concoction. I appreciate the initial blast of cinnamon, but it fights with the orange note in a way that doesn't read as mulled spiced wine so much as mall store candle. So, yeah, if X-rated by today's contemporary standards means a bit of musk and some spices, hey, taste is subjective, so who am I to judge? I'll just stick to the classics like Shalimar et al, if I want some true-blue skank.