Blanc Poudre Heeley 2018

And as my friend says... a landmine...
What does a landmine mean in the perfume world? Does it mean you should literally steer clear of it, or does it carry that "figurative" meaning—where it explodes, taking you down with it thanks to a lethal composition that knocks you off your feet?

My dears, feel free to give this one a wide berth, because it makes absolutely no sense—a total fiasco from the House of Heeley. And when I think back to their perfume delicacies, it brings a tear to my eye.

This is like a puny little puffball mushroom—the kind we call a "fart-ball"... it goes "poof" and that’s it; nothing more to it.
So yeah, a proper undeveloped fart-ball. "Undeveloped" meaning it neither stinks nor smells nice.
It doesn't deserve a single word written about it—not how it smells, what it smells like, or how long it lasts—because there is simply nothing to say.
Pure smell of cobwebs... and I won't even bother justifying this comment.
A total dud—but, you know... a particularly strong one...

Wow, what a gentle and delicious breeze, a little reminiscent of talcum powder, a little like the very fresh and innocent skin, that's how it comes across, what a cuddly companion. A light sweetness tickles me ever so softly, the scent of vanilla rises delicately and settles on our skin - like the feather of a newly hatched gosling. I find everything about the fragrance to be delicate, soft, quiet, bright, and powdery. A romantic par excellence. I don't see any outgoing sensuality here, unless one describes this romantic as a seducer with sky-blue eyes and fine blonde hair. I believe all girls from young to more-or-less-young fall in love with it! Honestly, it captivates you immediately. I also find that it lasts surprisingly well. It leaves something in my office that inspires incoming visitors to smile, hmmm, what smells so good here? Yes, indeed, it leaves something special. The flowers are only perceived very subtly; it reminds me a bit of freshly washed linen that has also been starched and is now drying in the sun, and of the boudoir of geishas who made their faces doll-like and ghostly with light rice powder... If the scent were a being, it would be a little fairy that doesn’t touch the ground with her feet, leaving only tiny points of contact. Men like this kind of fragrance; it’s so nice to cuddle and dream with it. The price for such a niche fragrance is almost normal at 130 euros for 100 ml, but it lasts well; however, it is a scent reserved only for those who are allowed to come very close to us - then they are in its aura. I delight in this beautiful, straightforward charmer; somehow, it always fits. I’ve even used it for layering, and it worked excellently. Perhaps we will return to the direction of quiet fragrances and no longer to the bang-bang-loud-I'm-here candidates... Mastering the art of perfuming is a skill that brings much joy to learn.

A fragrance that simply blew me away. So powdery and so stunningly beautiful..

You really have to love very powdery scents to find this perfume great. So much for starters.. This scent is powder as it should be.. I cherish and love my Teint de Neige Eau de Parfum very much and Blanc Poudre has a very, very strong resemblance to Teint de Neige Eau de Parfum. Only the beautiful giant powder note in Blanc Poudre makes the scent a bit creamier than Teint de Neige Eau de Parfum, otherwise the similarity is astonishingly large.. So do you need both if you are into very powdery fragrances? Hmmm, actually hardly, but I must admit I have to hold myself back to avoid a purchase within a few hours.. Blanc Poudre takes me back to one of my favorite places on God's earth..

Blanc Poudre catapults me straight back to Louisiana. I find myself again at Oak Alley Plantation. As dark as the Civil War was, this cotton plantation is stunningly and enchantingly beautiful.. I stand almost alone in the blazing sun.. I absorb the beauty and the wind of history into myself.. My gaze drifts over to the endless fields of cotton.. As I walk back to the main house, I stroll through several small gardens with blooming flowers that smell so enchanting and soft.. This scent I will never forget.

The lightness that one knows from cotton is fantastically reflected in this scent and is supported by light, beautiful floral notes and one of the most beautiful powdery rice notes I have ever smelled in a perfume..

I don’t quite understand how some people can perceive silicone and artificiality in this dream scent, but luckily tastes are different.. Anyone who loves Teint de Neige Eau de Parfum should definitely try Blanc Poudre. Those who do not like Teint de Neige Eau de Parfum will not like this scent either..

The question I ask myself is: Why is powder associated with fresh laundry?
In terms of texture, these are two completely different things.
Powder: soft/floury, laundry: firm/fluffy.

But still: Powder was used in the Middle Ages, after all, when it itched under the wig or somewhere else.
Perhaps even bedding & comforters were dusted with baking soda to drive away cockroaches and cucarachas, who knows;

My question is:
Has this "clean" feeling, from long ago when fast food places in Pompeii couldn’t survive due to volcanic-induced lockdowns, really manifested so strongly in our olfactory survival instinct genes that people STILL type on Parfumo today: YEAH! Super-clean-laundry scent!?

Yes, of course: White musk (the name says it all) stands solely & exclusively, majestically for radiant cleanliness. Okay. I completely agree with you.
But that’s not all that makes this, or any other, powdery scent; no, shouldn’t we think much deeper and broader here, and also give the powder its space to unfold, to distribute, to dust itself fresh and tidy into every last crevice? Or are we here associatively falling for a completely wrong freshness-laundry idea from other people who simply have no clue.

This should remain an open question at this point. So please, no comments below.
Everyone can think about this nicely for themselves today. Or do you have other things to do.

NO!

I received this fragrance kindly from the lovely Hermia as an addition to a fragrance package, and I must say, it impresses me greatly.
It comes across as noble, very elegant and flattering. I feel transported to a boudoir, decorated entirely in white and cream-colored velvet. The lady of the house has just put on her ivory silk nightgown after having patted her entire body with delicate powder puffs following a long bath, generously dusting herself with rice powder. Cotton balls accumulate in a crystal bowl, and on a fine little wooden table stands an elegant bouquet of white cotton flowers. A delicate, sweet, not overpowering vanilla scent wafts through the room, creamy and soft, blending with the powder. The lady dabs her face with soft cotton balls, applies luxurious cream, and makes herself comfortable on her velvety chaise longue, which is draped with an elegant canopy.
I find this fragrance very elegant, noble, more suited for mature, ladylike women, not for young girls.