Beach Hut Woman
Amouage (2017)

This is such a contrast with Beach Hut Man, which is a loud, unrelenting, green monster. Here, we have a politely subtle mineral-like (somewhat salty) and woody experience that ends on a darker, musky almost earthy note. This, in my mind, seems like a more realistic portrayal of a beach hut setting (salty air, driftwood), but it's not nearly as exciting as the men's version. It's not surprising that this was discontinued as I don't see many women going for it - there's nothing traditionally feminine about it, and it can come across as a smell rather than a perfume. I, however, think it's wonderful.

This is interesting yet challenging.
The name is the first problem, doesn't really fit an Amouage IMO.
Then there is the idea of a traditionally culture/heritage forward brand veering into the realm of whimsy albeit serious?
I dunno.
I get a melon note in the open, emphasized by a mineral watery quality.
The dry down is a recognizable feminized musk.
One must really enjoy this to pony up the retail ask.

Beach Hut Woman does water reasonably well – not the usual braying melon fug of calone but presenting something cool, pale and shivering, somewhat saline, in which the other elements float and bob. This is perfume as full quiver; there's no note definition to speak of, everything is impressionistic, aquatic, diffuse. A thin sourness runs through it – lightly fruity, but also the cleaned-up white floral molecule of lisylang, a ghost impression of the natural world. And that blends fine with something highly ionized, like the smell one gets when licking metal – all backed with cold, submerged, smoothed out and very, very pale woods.
I find it an extremely odd perfume and probably should give Amouage some credit for daring. But the perfect wearer for this would be a kind of zombie-Galadriel figure – and I'm not sure how many of those walk this planet. As this smells entirely synthetic, particularly the kinds of synthetics usually associated with budget splashes, it's kind of difficult to adjust it to Amouage's pricing policy (even bearing grey market discounting in mind).
It ends in utter ignominy: more an impression of a high-pitched, ‘pine-scented' domestic cleaning product than a perfume.

I can sort of see where the reviewer below is coming from, especially with the apricot - a very pale and washed-out apricot I suppose.

My own impressions were as follows:

I found the opening freshly arresting. And arrestingly fresh. Like a combo of melon and cucumber.

Soon after, there is rising warmth and to me, it smells like the warm fur of a cat that's been soaking in the sun. Like I'm buried deep in the cat's coat and sniffing it. Weird.

Apart from some subtle seashore nuances in the late drydown, I'm not getting very strong beachy vibes here, unlike Beach Hut Man.

Nor is Beach Hut Woman as complex as the men's.

But I'm liking this one quite a lot. It's rather avant-garde. There is nothing homely, ordinary or every-day about this fragrance.

It's for the adventurous gal. Or an icily beautiful Dutch fashion model in a leather jacket.

(Or maybe a mermaid - ha!)

It conveys to me a cool and detached sexiness.

Or is it just me? Other sniffers, please share.

This reminds me of lychee. I'm just not a fan. And the overall sense is one of apricots, oddly enough. It's great if you like a pseudo-apricot scent. I don't get much other than that. Vaguely reminiscent of an aldehyde such as 'Y'.