L'Eau d'Hiver Editions de Parfums Frédéric Malle 2003
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fully conscious baby
A true skin scent. Delicate, feathery, vaguely clinical. Prominent baby wipe accord. Perhaps because the opening is a dead ringer for the off-brand Johnson’s baby shampoo my hospital uses. L'eau de l'enfant. It smells like a honeyed and powdered baby, but not the sexy baby of Taylor Swift’s lamentations. L’Eau d’Hiver is a saturnine Christ-child, an infant endowed with the wisdom of the ancient. Fortunately, I found its lifespan and radiance tender and mild.
One of the most beautiful (and cruelest) aspects of fragrance is the same scent can take on radically different shapes to different wearers. And I am absolutely gutted I didn’t get the winter wonderland many others described. Alas, my hunt resumes for an icy, crystalline scent…
Mental Snapshot: A sun-washed nursery for baby angels. White marble columns, ivory fleece bowers. An iris garden straight from a Monet pastel, a reflecting pond of golden ducklings and silver cygnets. “You smell lovely,” You coo to an angel. “No,” The baby corrects. “I smell like heliotrope and hawthorn. It costs $370 per 100 ml.”
tl;dr: fully conscious baby
One of the most beautiful (and cruelest) aspects of fragrance is the same scent can take on radically different shapes to different wearers. And I am absolutely gutted I didn’t get the winter wonderland many others described. Alas, my hunt resumes for an icy, crystalline scent…
Mental Snapshot: A sun-washed nursery for baby angels. White marble columns, ivory fleece bowers. An iris garden straight from a Monet pastel, a reflecting pond of golden ducklings and silver cygnets. “You smell lovely,” You coo to an angel. “No,” The baby corrects. “I smell like heliotrope and hawthorn. It costs $370 per 100 ml.”
tl;dr: fully conscious baby