L'Heure Bleue by Guerlain Eau de Parfum Spray / 2.5 fl.oz. 75ml

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fragrance to me, meaning that it is a fragrance that you deliberately and thoughtfully put on, and then stop and really smell it and experience it and check on it throughout the day.

No matter, I never knew the original, so the pretty stranger might yet become my new love with no prior comparisons to contend with. I know people will think I smell like baby wipes, but I don't even care because this scent is so serene and uplifting to me. Purple floral really is a melancholy unisex genre, and L’heure Bleue an especially elegant entry-- I mostly get smooth, buttery iris, carnation, anise, and spiced vanilla. I don't get the reference to melancholy many others mention, to me this feels more nostalgic- not sad or "down" at all.

I aroused some curiosity and heard comments about wearing an elegant perfume that stood out among the reigning masculine ambroxan. I love Shalimar, my moms main signature (just got an edt, still so so delicious), so I expected this to be a love love love. I feel like I've finally "grown into" vintage Guerlain as I previously felt too young to appreciate this. It definitely turns purple and it reminds me of the modern Guerlain flanker Insolence, but this is a drier version and it's absolutely lovely it's also powdery, but it's a powder I want to stick my nose in.

I mean it literally has a tinge of that indefinable 'old people' smell, like a mixture of bad breath and and a general body odour which isn't stale sweat but isn't clean either. Here, instead of the ambiance of opulence of the inner rooms of a palace or the deep, sensual majesty of an old temple, full of woods and incense, I feel the warm hug of a morning (for some reason to me this smells like an early spring or late winter morning, not evening) spent in a boudoir taking some time to pamper myself. I go through periods I like it a lot - then it gets too much and I pack it away for a long time - until it comes around again. I don't think the world that is ageist and obsessed with what's de rigueur can really understand L'Heure Bleue, so why cast pearls before swine?This smells of an era long gone by, an era where we still had our innocence but were on the cusp of losing it. It's purple flowers, vanilla and tonka with an extra vintage touch, but the latter can't be defined exactly.