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The pompous gardens of Versailles (...and what happens in the bushes there)
The day before yesterday I smelled this Guerlain of the king's class for the first time. Immediately I noticed that it looks more like the jasmine bomber of Serge Lutens than the much more flowery and fresh Jasminora. In addition one has to emphasize that Bouquet de la Reine is a perfume concentration, whereby I believe that a summery Allegoria can't even be converted into a perfume....
Le Bouquet de la Reine is "special" in many ways. The flacon was sold only in Versailles Castle and in the main house of Guerlain on the Champs-Elysees and was limited. He's been sold out for quite some time, so getting a sample was a difficult undertaking.
The bottle is very, shall we say, opulent. The "Sun King" logo, which can be found again and again in Versailles Castle, but which Guerlain has also appropriated as his "coat of arms" (it should be mentioned here that a small percentage of the sale of the scent went to the maintenance of the castle), is gilded and set with genuine semi-precious stones, as well as matching small crystals and other dazzling works. Of course, as an old advocate of all blingbling, I immediately got wet eyes when I saw the bottle for the first time a year ago. But the price didn't let me get away with it. Only now, after it had already been offered in relevant portals for several times this price, did I get insatiable publishers after the apparently Glööckler-inspired Quadrilobe. And I managed to find someone who knew someone who knew a runner, and so on.
Now it is within reach and I may test it and announce it here.
In fact, it is just as omniscient as its bottle. But not in a negative sense! I would even interpret a certain resemblance with Ne m'oubliez pas, but it is marginal, because pure is clearly jasmine-heavy, you can't say that with NMOP at best. But the groove, something in the base and especially the grandiose durability and the great performance have something in common.
First impression: The opening is still relatively restrained, green, very green, very sober, but also flowery. Jasmine is still sleepy.
The later the evening, the more awake the jasmine. An almost beguilingly heavy jasmine note begins to turn out the light for all the other flowers, which I was not even able to name individually. The fragrance already looks very erotic, a little foggy, sultry.
Head movies on: Wild summer orgies in the well-kept gardens of Versailles, food-fights at the long table, the Sun King lets a few hand-picked girls from the Moulin Rouge dance from nearby Paris to the loss (regardless of historical correctness!)
After the flashmob: the scent becomes loving, wants to cuddle. The popular creaminess comes, it is also slightly sweet and a little spicy for the first time, I just interpret carnation into it, surrounded by a lot of white cocoon-like cuddly musk. Together with the still undeniable green-balsamic jasmine note wonderful.
Aftershowparty: hours in a cozy, chilly round with the participants Jasmin, warm Amber and Freesiensträusschen everywhere. All lie on the white velvet couch and burn Nag champa.
Fin: Musk cleans up and cleans everything, it stays the longest and leaves only soapy freshness with a slight hint of jasmine cream.
The party lasts about 7-8 hours, but until the service staff are gone, it will take a few hours longer.
One can justifiably claim that purity bangs inside and outside. Let me put it this way:
It's not jasmine. It's a ball night. The bottle is not a bottle, but a staging.
Le Bouquet de la Reine is "special" in many ways. The flacon was sold only in Versailles Castle and in the main house of Guerlain on the Champs-Elysees and was limited. He's been sold out for quite some time, so getting a sample was a difficult undertaking.
The bottle is very, shall we say, opulent. The "Sun King" logo, which can be found again and again in Versailles Castle, but which Guerlain has also appropriated as his "coat of arms" (it should be mentioned here that a small percentage of the sale of the scent went to the maintenance of the castle), is gilded and set with genuine semi-precious stones, as well as matching small crystals and other dazzling works. Of course, as an old advocate of all blingbling, I immediately got wet eyes when I saw the bottle for the first time a year ago. But the price didn't let me get away with it. Only now, after it had already been offered in relevant portals for several times this price, did I get insatiable publishers after the apparently Glööckler-inspired Quadrilobe. And I managed to find someone who knew someone who knew a runner, and so on.
Now it is within reach and I may test it and announce it here.
In fact, it is just as omniscient as its bottle. But not in a negative sense! I would even interpret a certain resemblance with Ne m'oubliez pas, but it is marginal, because pure is clearly jasmine-heavy, you can't say that with NMOP at best. But the groove, something in the base and especially the grandiose durability and the great performance have something in common.
First impression: The opening is still relatively restrained, green, very green, very sober, but also flowery. Jasmine is still sleepy.
The later the evening, the more awake the jasmine. An almost beguilingly heavy jasmine note begins to turn out the light for all the other flowers, which I was not even able to name individually. The fragrance already looks very erotic, a little foggy, sultry.
Head movies on: Wild summer orgies in the well-kept gardens of Versailles, food-fights at the long table, the Sun King lets a few hand-picked girls from the Moulin Rouge dance from nearby Paris to the loss (regardless of historical correctness!)
After the flashmob: the scent becomes loving, wants to cuddle. The popular creaminess comes, it is also slightly sweet and a little spicy for the first time, I just interpret carnation into it, surrounded by a lot of white cocoon-like cuddly musk. Together with the still undeniable green-balsamic jasmine note wonderful.
Aftershowparty: hours in a cozy, chilly round with the participants Jasmin, warm Amber and Freesiensträusschen everywhere. All lie on the white velvet couch and burn Nag champa.
Fin: Musk cleans up and cleans everything, it stays the longest and leaves only soapy freshness with a slight hint of jasmine cream.
The party lasts about 7-8 hours, but until the service staff are gone, it will take a few hours longer.
One can justifiably claim that purity bangs inside and outside. Let me put it this way:
It's not jasmine. It's a ball night. The bottle is not a bottle, but a staging.
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