Top Notes 
Bergamot
Lemon
Orange
Heart Notes 
Orange blossom
White oleander
Base Notes 
Fig leaf
Cypress
Juniper
Red cedar
Musk
Pistachio
05/20/2025
ClaireV
969 Reviews
ClaireV
7
Fresh, viney fig with an emotive power
Less single-minded in its pursuit of the Full Fig experience than Philosykos, Un Jardin en Méditerranée situates its fig (and fig leaf) accord in the context of a garden, so you smell the bright-watery-green notes of a fig that is growing alongside other things – a shrubby oleander (fragrant but coarse, broad), sappy woods, and the crunchy, aqueous stems of other plants. My bottle has darkened with time, taking on a brackish jasmine tea note note that I think adds greatly to its charm. While no masterpiece, it remains a nostalgic favourite of mine for two reasons. First, it is the perfume that, upon smelling it at an airport, opened my eyes to the existence of a vast world of perfume possibility beyond the Bvlgari and Burberry perfumes I had worn for most of my life to date.
Second, my father, who is a real Hermes fan, brought this over to Rome on what I now see was a humanitarian mission to save me from myself during my first incredibly bleak month living away from my husband and two (then) very small kids. It was January, it was cold and dark, and I was, I think, quite depressed. Over the course of a weekend, the man brought me a cafetiere, gave me his woolly hat to tide me over until I could buy my own, and when I enthused to him about what the perfume he had brought with him – Un Jardin en Méditerranée – had once meant to me, he sneakily left me his bottle on the bathroom shelf, letting me come across it myself after I’d dropped him at the train station. That’s why, though I don’t wear it all that much anymore, it has come to be much more than a perfume to me, rather a symbol of a Dad who, despite his faults as a father (and mine as a daughter), always came through for his child when they were in distress.
Second, my father, who is a real Hermes fan, brought this over to Rome on what I now see was a humanitarian mission to save me from myself during my first incredibly bleak month living away from my husband and two (then) very small kids. It was January, it was cold and dark, and I was, I think, quite depressed. Over the course of a weekend, the man brought me a cafetiere, gave me his woolly hat to tide me over until I could buy my own, and when I enthused to him about what the perfume he had brought with him – Un Jardin en Méditerranée – had once meant to me, he sneakily left me his bottle on the bathroom shelf, letting me come across it myself after I’d dropped him at the train station. That’s why, though I don’t wear it all that much anymore, it has come to be much more than a perfume to me, rather a symbol of a Dad who, despite his faults as a father (and mine as a daughter), always came through for his child when they were in distress.
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