Top Notes 
Mandarin orange
Aldehydes
Galbanum
Hyacinth
Spices
Cassia
Heart Notes 
Lily of the valley
Ylang-ylang
Jasmine
Plum
Pot marigold
Rose
Yextrundop
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Amber
Cedar
Musk
Raspberry
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Gechyprète Flowers on Wood-Galbanum
Yes, jasmine is in there. Also a bouquet of lily of the valley and hyacinth accords. But "Votre" is by no means a pure floral scent.
It has many winding paths in its scent journey, just like the alleys of a centuries-old city.
And these are often only found by detours.
At first sniff, one might be convinced of where the "hare" is running, but at the latest when it has made its first turns, you will be taught otherwise.
Suddenly, right in the heart note, a big wave of galbanum appears, as green as a certain "Grinch" once was. A bit rough and coarse, but quite lovable.
And, while the "green" marches by, you find yourself in front of a currant bush, behind which raspberries grow in rows..
"Darn it, where did he go?" The Grinch seems to have disappeared, only to reappear a moment later behind wild cedar, chuckling to himself as the berries on the bushes wobble wildly.
From far, far away, moss greets you, then the trunks of cedar and sandalwood trees rise up, revealing the scent as a chypre.....
But a "real" chypre it is not, the "Votre," seems to claim part of my nose.
The other part counters: "But it is high, it is high.... gotcha!!!
I don't know which "nostril" is right.
I walk along the winding alleys, wanting neither to think about the antics of the Grinch nor about mossy trees behind which hopping hares lurk. And certainly not about a cross between raspberries and currants, whose flowers smell of jasmine.....
But simply enjoy the path of this perfume....
It has many winding paths in its scent journey, just like the alleys of a centuries-old city.
And these are often only found by detours.
At first sniff, one might be convinced of where the "hare" is running, but at the latest when it has made its first turns, you will be taught otherwise.
Suddenly, right in the heart note, a big wave of galbanum appears, as green as a certain "Grinch" once was. A bit rough and coarse, but quite lovable.
And, while the "green" marches by, you find yourself in front of a currant bush, behind which raspberries grow in rows..
"Darn it, where did he go?" The Grinch seems to have disappeared, only to reappear a moment later behind wild cedar, chuckling to himself as the berries on the bushes wobble wildly.
From far, far away, moss greets you, then the trunks of cedar and sandalwood trees rise up, revealing the scent as a chypre.....
But a "real" chypre it is not, the "Votre," seems to claim part of my nose.
The other part counters: "But it is high, it is high.... gotcha!!!
I don't know which "nostril" is right.
I walk along the winding alleys, wanting neither to think about the antics of the Grinch nor about mossy trees behind which hopping hares lurk. And certainly not about a cross between raspberries and currants, whose flowers smell of jasmine.....
But simply enjoy the path of this perfume....
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