First thought, on smelling it in the imp: I want to eat this.
After some deliberation I determined that yes, I was smelling lemon like the others, but there's more fruit than that in there, at first. To me it smelled like cherries, the maraschino cherries in a pitcher of sangria. But also lemon and orange and the incense note lingering in the background.
After awhile that settled down and it's now a more myrrhy smell, like those import stores that sell bellydancing supplies and brass statues of Buddha. The lemon is still there, the cherries are gone, and I no longer am tempted to empty the imp into my mouth. There's a bright, slightly bitter note, like the pith under the lemon zest. Something for particular moods, I think; I like but I'm not in love.