Top Notes 
Freesia
Blackcurrant
Lemon
Heart Notes 
Marine notes
Lily of the valley
Rose
Base Notes 
Musk
Peach
White cedar
Amylsalicylate
04/23/2025
kittea
65 Reviews
kittea
4
Cabotine's adopted sister is The Magical Disappearing Woman
I don't care what Mr. Turin says about it, I've always loved Cabotine Eau de Toilette. I love it so much. I love it enough that I felt bad for it sitting all alone in its stupid broccoli bottle and found it some equally silly-looking friends to hang out with.
I was pretty excited about this one, seeing it was done by the great Christine Nagel. Unfortunately, Floralie is... not what I expected. Unlike most flankers that have some underlying 'DNA' in common, Floralie has absolutely nothing to do with Cabotine asides from the bottle shape. I wouldn't mind that so much, I'd be glad to judge Floralie on its own merits regardless of similarities. The trouble is there's not much to judge on.
Floralie starts with a pleasant citrus 'beachy' note that makes me smile and think of turquoise waters in advertisements for resorts I can't afford, and then immediately turns tail and runs for the hills as if no one ever told it perfumes are supposed to last longer than a second. I feel like an anteater snuffling my wrist for traces of scent molecules. There's definitely some there, hiding in my pores, continuing to vaguely hint at tropical getaways (despite the name, there's not much floral about this). There might be a really nice perfume in here, but it's whispering too quietly to be heard.
I was pretty excited about this one, seeing it was done by the great Christine Nagel. Unfortunately, Floralie is... not what I expected. Unlike most flankers that have some underlying 'DNA' in common, Floralie has absolutely nothing to do with Cabotine asides from the bottle shape. I wouldn't mind that so much, I'd be glad to judge Floralie on its own merits regardless of similarities. The trouble is there's not much to judge on.
Floralie starts with a pleasant citrus 'beachy' note that makes me smile and think of turquoise waters in advertisements for resorts I can't afford, and then immediately turns tail and runs for the hills as if no one ever told it perfumes are supposed to last longer than a second. I feel like an anteater snuffling my wrist for traces of scent molecules. There's definitely some there, hiding in my pores, continuing to vaguely hint at tropical getaways (despite the name, there's not much floral about this). There might be a really nice perfume in here, but it's whispering too quietly to be heard.
