Top Notes 
Bitter orange
Absinth
Angelica
Chamomile
Bergamot
Violet leaf
Heart Notes 
Boronia
Coffee blossom
Iris
Jasmine
Rose
Tobacco
Osmanthus
Sunflower
Base Notes 
Oakmoss
Cypriol
Labdanum
Sandalwood
Tonka bean
Ambrette seed
Cedar
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Touching the Soul
Chypre fragrances and I have always had a difficult relationship. It wasn't until I delved deeper into the subject and became aware of what defines a Chypre that I realized the seeds of an unconscious antipathy had been sown in my childhood. Of course, as a child, I didn't know that it was the Chypre fragrances I disliked in my mother.
The scent of wood has always been more appealing to me than the fragrance of flowers. Even today, I often associate Chypre with cool-floral, aloof, distant, strict, and so on. The list of negatively charged attributes would be longer than that of the positive ones. It was fragrances like Chypre Palatin, Maai, or the wonderful Cosmic by Solange Azagury-Partridge that showed me that other instruments are capable of playing a different tune.
Right from the start, Chyprette displays the typical signature of Annette Neuffer. The bitter orange she so frequently uses is initially the only note I can perceive in isolation. As is often the case with her fragrances, the texture is so densely woven, flowing seamlessly into one another, that individual scent notes are hardly discernible. A brushstroke of Orientalism, common to many of her fragrances, also reveals who was at work here.
Chyprette immediately melts into a dark green, brown-tinged warming blanket of balsamic-woody notes, which nonetheless marks the Chypre theme with a gentle strictness. I like to attribute this part to the oak moss and I also perceive the tobacco quite distinctly. Here, however, it is not sweet pipe tobacco, but rather the aromatic-spicy, almost bitter, fermented tobacco leaves used for cigars. To my delight, all of the aforementioned are capable of curbing any potential impression of floral or even sweet notes.
It is a warm-soft, balsamic-spicy stream of melancholy that resonates in Chyprette. Like the tender stroke of horsehair from a cello bow over the string, one remains in quiet contemplation of the touching minor key that Chyprette strikes.
This fragrance evokes a wave of comfort in me that is infinitely far from what I wrote above about my associations with Chypres. Chyprette is not aloof or distant; on the contrary. When I first smelled the fragrance, I could hardly believe how deeply a perfume can touch the soul. I almost cried from beauty.
Concerns about the price were charmingly but firmly brushed aside. With a mysterious Mona Lisa smile, Chyprette passed by all my favorites, aware of its inner qualities but not reliant on overt expression. I should really lower all my 10 ratings, but let's leave that aside and agree on "Primus inter pares" - the first among equals. An exceptional fragrance.
The scent of wood has always been more appealing to me than the fragrance of flowers. Even today, I often associate Chypre with cool-floral, aloof, distant, strict, and so on. The list of negatively charged attributes would be longer than that of the positive ones. It was fragrances like Chypre Palatin, Maai, or the wonderful Cosmic by Solange Azagury-Partridge that showed me that other instruments are capable of playing a different tune.
Right from the start, Chyprette displays the typical signature of Annette Neuffer. The bitter orange she so frequently uses is initially the only note I can perceive in isolation. As is often the case with her fragrances, the texture is so densely woven, flowing seamlessly into one another, that individual scent notes are hardly discernible. A brushstroke of Orientalism, common to many of her fragrances, also reveals who was at work here.
Chyprette immediately melts into a dark green, brown-tinged warming blanket of balsamic-woody notes, which nonetheless marks the Chypre theme with a gentle strictness. I like to attribute this part to the oak moss and I also perceive the tobacco quite distinctly. Here, however, it is not sweet pipe tobacco, but rather the aromatic-spicy, almost bitter, fermented tobacco leaves used for cigars. To my delight, all of the aforementioned are capable of curbing any potential impression of floral or even sweet notes.
It is a warm-soft, balsamic-spicy stream of melancholy that resonates in Chyprette. Like the tender stroke of horsehair from a cello bow over the string, one remains in quiet contemplation of the touching minor key that Chyprette strikes.
This fragrance evokes a wave of comfort in me that is infinitely far from what I wrote above about my associations with Chypres. Chyprette is not aloof or distant; on the contrary. When I first smelled the fragrance, I could hardly believe how deeply a perfume can touch the soul. I almost cried from beauty.
Concerns about the price were charmingly but firmly brushed aside. With a mysterious Mona Lisa smile, Chyprette passed by all my favorites, aware of its inner qualities but not reliant on overt expression. I should really lower all my 10 ratings, but let's leave that aside and agree on "Primus inter pares" - the first among equals. An exceptional fragrance.
Updated on 05/22/2020
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