Étoile de Lune Chabaud

A fleeting citrus tea melds straight into a tangerine softness like a cloud of powdery rose petals. These have a slightly darker edge possibly an iris nuance or a jasmine sambac. Just enough to stop the fluffy bunny syndrome.

It leads to an Alice in Wonderland shrinking moment. The tiny bite of the 'eat me' square of newly made Turkish Lokum leads to shrinking fast at the edge of it. To teetering precariously on the edge .... and then falling in. The gentle sugary talcum powder growing larger in intensity to a huge, slightly smoky rose that you are standing in the middle of. The pollen bringing a welcome edge to this fat powdery Turkish rose cloud.

Something stronger and musky is holding this composition up and keeping it from being a vapid floral. It has the feeling of the old school perfumery in the days of Blue Grass. In a nice and kind way, like bending down to kiss your grandmother and catching the soft powdery face powder that she wears.

This never overpowers or is harsh. It is like stepping onto a soft cloud and being enveloped by the softness. This is very suitable for a young girls first perfume. Probably unchallenging for niche seekers but nice for those who just wish to smell pretty and innocent.