Part of the "L'Art et la Matière" collection.
Cruel Gardenia fragrance notes
Head
- peach, neroli, damask rose
Heart
- ylang ylang, gardenia, white musk, violet
Base
- tonka bean, sandalwood
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The drydown sees the gardenia arising; we expected it form the name of this composition, but although definitely making an appearance it is not a strong one, and it soon blends in with the other components without taking on the central rôle in this olfactory spectacle. A light touch of violet can also be detected that is pure blossom without any green undertone. The most evident part is the drydown is a nice ylang-ylang, which is not very rich but evinces some creaminess time and contributes additional depth to the whole. Later on lashings of white musks develop, which, occasionally, are concurrent with just a hint of a slightly peppery
saltiness - but this is more background music than a solo performance.
The base centers on a reasonable tonka - not very intense - and wood notes. At times I get the nonspecific woodsiness that is a feature of the base notes of some other products of this house too, with transient characteristics of sandalwood being detectable. The base is, again, not very loud or intrusive on me.
I give moderate sillage, good projection and nine hours of projection on my skin.
An agreeable scent for cooler spring or warmer autumn days, a bit less rich than a typical autumnal gourmand, with a decent performance but with some components that are a bit too generic. 2.75/5.
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I give it a positive rating since I have not encountered a scent of this type since D'Albret's Casaque from the 1950s and it has always been one I admired from a distance. It's nice to have it back again. Not for everyone. Sniff before you buy. It's oddly unisex, but only a certain suave, sophisticated ultra masculine man could pull this off. I would imagine a guy would have to be very confident and sure of himself to wear this successfully.



I want it to invade your senses when you will take me in your arms. I wish that when you walk your fingers over my shoulders ,absenlty drawing symbols of tenderness, the smell of blooming gardenias to reach your soul. Do you remember when you said to me that my skin always smells like musk? Do you like how it combines with the fragrance I am wearing? Are you anxious to hide your face in my sandalwood perfumed curls? This ingenue fragrance makes you dizzy, isn't it? Are you afraid to let yourself spoiled by your senses? Don't worry, I'm here. And I will take your hands and keep them at my chest until you regain ballance. It's just the two of us now, and Cruel Gardenia glazes at us, hidden in the hollow on my neck. Come, come into my world