L’Heure Bleue and I have had a troubled history. The first time I tried it, it was unconditional love –or so I thought. It had the almond veil of Mitsouko, with something really interesting happening underneath. I bought a bottle of EdP, and not realising how strong it is compared to the EdT I had tested, I used so much I nearly suffocated myself. I smelled a really distorted version of the fragrance that was almost painful. After that it just wasn’t the same. I tried and tried, but I seemed to perceive it differently. It was like diesel and coaltar mixed with iris.
Then I tried an experiment. I thought if I put some on a blotter and kept it several feet away from me, I would catch the odd delicate whiff and we could get reacquainted. Well it worked. At first I smelled the old wooden medicine chest in the bathroom at home that hasn’t been used in years –which is not entirely different from what others describe. Then the magic happened. The fragrance opened up, with the notes gleaming like jewels, as the neroli in the centre as a dry and sumptuous counterpoint to the cool anise and iris. I was finally smelling the fragrance that had captivated me when I first tried it, so we’re in love.
I’m wearing it again today…
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