Aguirre
Bourjois (1991)

Having smelled more than my fair share of clones and cynical copies, I can appreciate Turin's comment about the jaded perfume critic.
This thing here is somewhere between Safari for Men's pineapple and the ginger of Envy for Men. But, being a product of the bargain basement Bourjois line (alter ego of Parfums Chanel in the Wertheimer portfolio) Aguirre cannot compete with the virtuoso blending of Dominique Ropion, or the (one time) infallible taste of Tom Ford.
A cheeky wee thing, it's been axed from the shelves of Carrefour - and the like, and is now very hard to find. Those who delight in hidden gems should take note however, it will interest only diehard fans of the aforementioned pongs, or those cursed with an iron constitution.