Eau Parfumée au Thé Blanc Bvlgari 2003 Eau de Cologne

This fragrance is really lovely and fresh. It's Summery and pretty without being overloaded by citrus notes.

My skin really soaks up these kinds of scents. Eau Parfumee au The Blanc sits on my skin like a lightly scented lotion, creamy and polite. It's very inoffensive and as I imagine, wonderful in the warmer weather.

Many say that this fragrance is soapy, and I somewhat agree, however I think it smells more like an expensive, soft, floral-scented shower cream. I also sense a creaminess that reminds me of icecream, however vanilla isn't present here.

On my skin, Eau Parfumee au The Blanc is extremely feminine, however I would like to see how this fragrance wears on a man's skin. I do believe it has the opportunity to be masculine.

The muskiness in the drydown is very nice and subtle. I urge those that are afraid of a strong tea note or pepper note to not give this fragrance a miss. Those notes don't tend to dominate.

I'm not surprised to hear that Bvlgari has produced a shampoo and conditioner range using this scent. The scent is truly delightful. The lasting strength is good for a cologne concentration, and the sillage is fairly intimate. Overall a lovely unisex fragrance for the individual that doesn't like anything too 'perfumey' or strong.

Really lovely, and one of my favorites as someone prone to migraines and asthma attacks from strong fragrances. Very light and soft (in fact, I wish it were stronger) so I'd highly recommend this scent for work or other occasions where strong scents may not be tolerated. I immediately get a very authentic tea and bergamot, like a soothing cup of earl grey with no bitterness. The spicy notes are subtle on me, adding a bit of intrigue and complexity without being overwhelming. The floral notes are soft and beautiful. On me, it dries down to woody notes and jasmine, not particularly musky.

I usually don't go for unisex scents as I find they sometimes lean more masculine, but I definitely think this could work wonderfully on everyone.

The main downside for me is longevity, which is maybe four hours on my skin. However, I find that it can last on clothes for much longer.

There he stood lonely and alone
In the midst of all the autumn leaves

Wrapped in cold autumn air
Wrapped in cold fog

Enchanted by the freshness
Enchanted by the distance

There he stood lonely and alone
Stubbornly spicy-comforting

Again like a little forest sprite
Like himself, the little dragon Estragon

So he jumps in the freshness
So confused in powder clouds

Like a lazy pirate of the skies
Like a little jerk in the distance

So he remains
So he spews
So he haunts in this scent
Our little dragon Estragon

Addendum to the scent:
Actually a crazily beautiful scent. Just for me so herbal, so spicy, just like a little forest sprite, just like the little dragon Estragon.

A whole decade we have shared together, you and I, a decade full of madness and melancholy, fireworks and ocean depths, heavy metal and soft tones.
Tears by day, laughter by night, chimes at odd hours and hours dripping by far too slowly.
A decade with a black sun and a red moon, with magic rays in the night sky and a return to the womb.
Did you think that we would experience all this and much more together, back on that day in Simone's perfumery?
There you stood, cool, clear, subtle, and very elegant - I already knew your big green brothers, the red one was not yet in the world.
I liked you, I took you with me into that time when a love affair swept me away, that lifted my world off its hinges, washed my brain, and flicked my soul to Venus and back, letting me plunge without a straw into a wild sea that promised to swallow me, to drown me.
You witnessed all of this, silently, reserved, never joining in, always keeping a distance from my feelings, my longings, my memories.
Two years later, the tornado spat me out, leaving me behind with twisted, shattered limbs, breathless and without will.
Do you remember?
You watched me as I picked myself up and fell again, as I crawled and stumbled blindly, walking slowly beside me on the long path back to myself.
You were there, bright and cool, never touching me, not my head, not the heart that was just minced meat, and yet you never left me alone, never.
Eventually, many days, weeks, months later, I was well again, the survival mechanisms had kicked in and banished the dark fog from my brain.
You were still there, still - many of your brothers and sisters had to leave, had found another home, because I could no longer bear them, not the images, the memories, the deep pain that their scent revived again and again.
You remained with your citrus cheerfulness, the restrained floral sweetness, and a gentle yet distinct tea note that kindly stimulates and calms at the same time, cooling and restraining my blood.
You never wanted to become herby with me, a bit scratchy perhaps, as your namesake can be, the white tea, if one dares to treat it wrongly.
And I know that you will punish me with silence again, and yet I must again think of Calvin Klein's famous One, which becomes so similar to you on my skin with that aquatic nuance that closely intertwines with the citrus notes and relegates the tea to second place.
Of course, you are finer in your composition, more fragile and cooler, softer and more mature, calmer, more grown-up than CK One, but still...
What is so wrong with mentioning you both in the same breath?
Don't forget that he, the healer, wore that very Calvin at our first meeting, who perhaps didn't really fit him, but also didn't disturb and certainly didn't prevent anything.
It will soon be eight years since then.
He is still there, warm and firm and constant, my rock in the surf, my ripcord on the parachute, my crackling fireplace when the storm howls through the trees outside, my lifeboat when I have once again played Titanic, my I-am-with-you.
He is there.
Just like you.

Many criticize the 3 Bulgari tea fragrances for smelling too much like a sanitized hotel room, but I don’t see that as a disadvantage. I have been in many luxury hotels, but it has never smelled this good! Maybe in heaven, because I have already fallen somewhat in love with the 3 fragrances - each has its own face and character, but all 3 are teon, clean, and relaxing with different interpretations of the tea theme!

The Blanc is my girlfriend's favorite of the series, and I find it increasingly difficult to pick a winner. The Blanc is the lightest, simplest of the 3, but often simple is indeed genius, and that is the case here. There is a great similarity to the Vert, but Blanc is even more citrusy and sweeter, with no green notes to be detected. Pure lemon, the lightest white tea ever, a bit of spice from tarragon and pepper, but hardly noticeable, and in the end, just as pure white musk. A fragrance cannot be whiter - heavenly and fitting to the bottle and name! Cloudy, naive, lovely, pure, baby-soft, slightly powdery. One easily starts to dream and fly!

The bottle may be unassuming in color, but with the ice effect and the changing surface upon touch and warmth, it might be the most beautiful of the 3 stunning Bulgari bottles! Sillage is hard to overdo and always remains light and airy. Longevity never exceeds 5 hours.

These 3 fragrances are a class above everything else in the Bulgari house, please do not discontinue!