I do. I take back all the nasty comments about tuberose's "wienie water" smell and sharp metallic twang. I finally found a tuberose I can live with, and dreamy delicious it is. Decadently floral, heavy, white, a fuzzy warm blanket of pink tinged sweetness and heady-like-the-honeysuckle-blooming-at-my-front-door, drenched in honey and -- and -- and -- yeah, it's like that. So like that.
Tuberose. My new best friend.