Cabaret by Gres is an interesting little jewel. Upon first spritz, it reminds me of Red Door Velvet, which I wore on vacation once and had to walk back to our hotel room after breakfast to shower it off before I could go on with the day.
For awhile, I thought Cabaret might be a repeat of that experience, like getting sick-drunk on Seagrams 7 and Coke as a teenager and never being able to drink anything that even smells like whiskey ever, ever again.
Not to worry. After the initial similarities, Cabaret takes a very different path than RDV with more rose, squeaky clean Dial soap goodness and a final drydown of raspberry incense. Cabaret is sleek and fresh, exuding cool sexiness with moderate sillage. I can imagine it smelling wonderful on B-man, too.