I am light years behind on the threads, due to suddenly losing my sense of smell. Confusingly, I've lost the ability to smell things as presented to my nose, but continue to 'hallucinate' whiffs that aren't there! A bit like people "seeing" things after losing their sight, perhaps? Since the most frequent non-existent smell has been frying kippers 
it's more than a little annoying. I have CFS/ME; weird shit happens.
Anyhoo ... my olfactory capacity reappeared for a few days recently, so I had a go with the Seville à l'aube sample donated by ProFumo. Now, I have been carousing 'til dawn in Seville a few times, but it smells like a lovely old Spanish town whereas I imagine the perfume's creator was thinking more of the fruit. Very strong oranges when first applied, with a sweetly spicy undertow. It brought back something from childhood. I couldn't quite put my finger on it! Frustrating, and can I trust my sense of smell, anyway? So I took my forearm out for a vox pop 
First stop - the corner shop. Still fruity-spicy, my wrist reminded the lady behind the counter of her childhood too. We debated whether it might be orange jelly, fizzy pop or boiled sweets. I felt perhaps the pop; for her it was boiled sweets. She had a point - the orange note is more like orange flavouring than a real orange, unless you were lucky enough to get an incredibly sweet fruit - and sweets often contain cumin, which would explain the spice. Round one to the Spar woman!
By the time I'd made it to town, the fragrance had dried off to a much vaguer fruity, spicy, sort of thing with a lot of fresh herbs. Sure enough, the couple I accosted in the car park went for cough sweets: a citrusy sweetie again, but now with overtones of medicinal herbs. They did stress "Nicer than cough sweets, though, it's a pretty fragrance" 
I did my shopping, then went in search of more feedback. My own nose was still giving me a bit of orange, now with a lot of herbs and a musty undercurrent. One woman said, without hesitation, "Lemongrass!" Yup, I could get that. Lemongrass = citrus, herb and spice all together, yes? Amazingly, the next TWO people I forced to sniff my arm discussed Thai food (fragrant rice, they thought) and the one after that said those hot towels they give you after a Thai meal. These are also flavoured, I believe, with lemongrass.
So: sod Seville at dawn, the people of Nowheresville have spoken and the word is lemongrass! If you like those little hand towels, you may well like this perfume
After unpacking my shopping, there was nothing left on my arm but a kind of musty memory - not unpleasant, but neither very identifiable. The herby, fruity scents had stuck to my clothes but not to me.
I've been having trouble naming the fragrance I get from the Coriandre florascotia kindly sent me. It's lovely and fresh, I think, and also a bit generic in a herby-spicy sort of way. I decided to try layering it over the remnants of my Seville à l'aube ... and, you know what? Success! The Coriandre revitalised the fresher overtones from the Seville, while gaining depth from the leftover musk/spice.
My nose has gone haywire again, so I'll have to content myself with reading old posts and imagining nice whiffs ... maybe if I try hard, I can replace the phantom kippers with something nicer 