L' Heure Bleue.
I am twitterpated by her pensive softness. She is lovely and melancholy and I want to give her a home right by the fire come late fall.
Everything about this scent is perfect. I know some people can't handle what they perceive as "G'ma's here!"
But I am enamored by the spicy carnation, fluffy violet and creamy rose and tuberose. And the drydown is what I crave the most.
I know she stands for the The Blue Hour in twilight and I get that but for me she fits right in with my tender dreams of spring on a brutal, grey /blue day in the heart of winter when each afternoon bleeds into the next with no change in sight.
We can console each other till the dawn....
Aaagghhh there I go again, waxin poetic to yah!
Fragrance gets that outta me everytime.
Written by Tamara
Viktor Vasnetsov, “Snow Maiden,” 1899, in Tretyakov Gallery, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons