Spring in New York is fleeting, but I'm enjoying the days we have left to the fullest. My jam these days besides my longstanding coconut phase is my love of orange blossom. This fragrance launched in 1997, inspired by the city of Marrakech, Morocco, is a stunner, a simple pleasure of solifloral redolence, citric fresh and just a bit honey sweet. The sillage is good, and it lasts longer than 4711 on me. The only sadness is that I can't locate a bottle for sale.