1889 - Moulin Rouge Histoires de Parfums 2010

1889 - Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums

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1889 - Moulin Rouge (Histoires de Parfums)

7.7 / 10 293 Ratings

A popular perfume by Histoires de Parfums for women, released in 2010. The scent is powdery-floral. It is still in production.

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Main accords

Powdery

Floral

Fruity

Leathery

Spicy

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Plum

Cinnamon

Mandarin orange

Heart Notes

Absinth

Damask rose

Base Notes

Iris

Musk

Patchouli

Fur

Perfumers & Creative Guidance

Sylvie Jourdet
Gérald Ghislain Creative Director

Ratings

Scent

7.7293 Ratings

Longevity

7.9221 Ratings

Sillage

7.1211 Ratings

Bottle

7.2179 Ratings

Value for money

7.443 Ratings

Submitted by Toby, last update on 17.03.2024.

Reviews

6 in-depth fragrance descriptions

11/01/2018

7
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Serenissima
608 Reviews

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Serenissima

Top Review 24

"What mother likes to have,

... when her only son lives in a brothel?"
This question was asked by a descendant of the Toulouse-Lautrec family many years ago on the television program "I carry a great name."
The charming gentleman, who to my knowledge also bore the first name Henri, was the living image of a French nobleman; he posed this question, smiling amiably, in entertaining German.
Probably that is why it is still so clearly in my memory today.
Yes, but seriously, what mother likes that?

Yet this family can be traced far back in French history; even after leaving politics, it still played a role.
In order to protect the extensive family estate from division of inheritance, marriages were repeatedly held within the close relatives. Thus even the mothers of Henri's parents were sisters!
This made itself with him finally also genetically noticeable: the only surviving son of the pair was small-statured and, as his descendant reported at that time, he suffered also still from the so-called "glass bone illness". This was at that time not yet recognized; frightening were only the numerous bone fractures, which made the life of this man and artist so difficult and influenced.
Surely this is also the reason why he felt so comfortable in the bohemian and artistic world around Montmartre, that in 1884 he moved into an apartment with friends in a back house near the Place Blanche: due to his artistic talent he was "one of them".
Here was then the dance hall "Reine Blanche", which in 1889 had to make way for the new building of the "Moulin Rouge".

Now the mention of places like Montmartre, Pigalle and "Moulin Rouge" leads me automatically to the revue theater and of course to Henri Toulouse-Lauctrec. His life in the Bohème and his works, especially his memorable posters, are firmly connected with it.
Which brings us finally to the fragrance "1889 - Moulin Rouge" of Histoires de Parfums landed. There the fragrances live history and this is also reflected in the name.

Curious, I tested this fragrance and a proper dose of herbal absinthe developed almost immediately on my skin.
This drink, distilled from wormwood, anise, fennel and other herbs, is also called "green fairy" due to its green color.
Also infused with water, absinthe comes from the family "Scratchy in the throat and makes crazy in the head!".
Not so long ago, it was found that very strong Ansinth consumption can damage the eyesight.
But nevertheless: this spicy entrée appeals to me yet very much.
In addition, the freshness of tangerine and the ripe spice of plum and cinnamon; the thought of plum jam always comes immediately to my mind!
An interesting fruity-fresh spice mixture is created here; because the absinthe aroma does not let itself be put so quickly in the corner.
Thus, a rather idiosyncratic fragrance cocktail is created!
(A little glass of it, filled up with something sparkling, could already irritate me!)
The fully bloomed rose gives this slightly peasant "street kid" a certain noble touch; which is further enhanced by the distinguished iris.
Bright golden strands patchouli and heavy musk lead this fragrance composition subsequently but easily into the demimonde; on which we are all at the bottom of our hearts yet quite curious.
Only we do not have the courage to admit this honestly! HdP lets us at least a little sniff inside.
A little bit wicked, this fragrance is already; but also very fascinating.
To which also the always a little dusty scent of fur (which I can still remember well) contributes. Here the fur is already a while worn, "used to"; he exudes light leather aroma.
This creates an unusual fragrance melange, which certainly does not please everyone; for this it is too unusual.
But it is very charming!

A lady will "1889 - Moulin Rouge" certainly never; this is probably not planned.
Therefore, it is not a fragrance for the elegant lady or for business lunch - but quite wearable!
For an entertaining evening (just maybe not exactly in "big dressing room") is "1889 - Moulin Rouge" a great companion full of esprit with desire to sing along loudly.
In dance halls, this sparkling fragrance creature feels comfortable with certainty; a long evening can be spent well without great Nachsprühen with this companion.
Also an evening in front of a small bar, somewhere on a street in Montmartre, survives this fragrance certainly very well. There he feels certainly at home.
Lively develops the scent, absinthe remains quite long the dominant force: at least on my skin! - Not unpleasant alcohol-heavy, but spicy, herbaceous.

I personally would not wear "1889 -Moulin Rouge". But it was a lot of fun to get to know this fragrance and go with him on a journey into a very colorful swirling world unknown to me.
The grand revue staircase, oodles of ostrich feathers and around long, slender legs flowing skirts are of course part of it.
A world that fascinates and entices - a fragrance that is not everyday!
What more could I want?
This bottling is placed with the "Wanderpröbchen". I am almost sure that she will not stay there too long.

09/24/2012

9
Scent

Coutureguru
223 Reviews

Coutureguru

Top Review 19

La Grande Vie

I've been threatening to write this review for the longest time so here goes!! I LOVE 1889 - MOULIN ROUGE!! Here's why:

I have been on the stage for the last 25 years ... give or take ... I'd prefer 'take' :). I don't hide the fact that I am a performing drag artist ... who cares?? It's 2012!! I have performed on big stages and I have performed on tiny stages, on TV and in movies ... this fragrance immediately transports me to the most hallowed of places for people like me ... the dressing room! As an artist, this is the place where all of the vital stuff happens ... the prep. What is seen onstage is simply the culmination of what happens back there ... its a little world all of it's own.
1889 - Moulin Rouge is about as 'over the top' as any fragrance can get. The opening is dusty, as the dressing rooms of the most revered theaters tend to be, a touch fruity (orange peels in a wastepaper basket) and a pinch spicy (the cinnamon here is short lived on my skin). The fragrance unfolds typically ... a well worn leather makeup case is opened next to a bouquet of opening night roses, the heat from the lights around the makeup mirror intensifying the fragrance of slightly warm lipsticks (iris) emanating from within. The musky intensity of greasepaint and slightly soiled makeup brushes overwhelms slightly, while at the end there is the scent of damp costumes piled into a laundry basket, faint traces of sweat mingling with the sweetness of the cheap body spray it was somewhat disguised in.
I would hesitate in recommending this frag to just anyone. The wearing of it demands an intimate knowledge of this clandestine world. Make no mistake, this is a Diva ... slightly frayed around the edges, morally questionable ... but in the realm of that which she calls home ... MAGNIFI-SCENT.

Gents, don't even go here unless you enjoy getting up in a party frock :) ... this one takes absolutely no prisoners!!

11/01/2023

7
Pricing 6
Bottle 9
Sillage 9
Longevity 9.5
Scent

Profuma
73 Reviews

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Profuma

Helpful Review 7

Lipstick, Powder and Paint...

"Lipstick, Powder and Paint..."
So warbled already Shakin' Stevens in 1985 and exactly this song title came to my mind when spraying 1889 - Moulin Rouge.
Especially with "Lipstick" I get stuck, so strong is this note to sniff out of all the others.
And so it goes to me like many others: I put my story there, where I just this "Lipstick" - fragrance most likely to perceive.
And so be forgiven me some and of course entirely unintentional similarities or possible whole matches in the choice of words.

If you want to bypass the following story, please scroll down to the short review.
The door slams shut behind Candice LaRose.

Briefly, she still leans against the smooth wood separating her from the hungry mob at the stage and her dressing room, and takes a long, deep breath.
With a little jerk, she sets off and walks slowly and lithely like a cat to her dressing table.
The pink velvet chair in front of it catches her elf-like body, once shaped by ballet.
Her gaze goes up to the mirror over jars, brushes, and bottles, and she looks at herself for a long time until she says to herself, "You've gotten pretty old, girl."

The shows are draining. The audience demands a lot.
Showing weakness is not an option. Too quickly you become a sinking star, if you show the crowd the vulnerable person behind the facade.
They want to see the sparkling, radiantly beautiful and desirable Candice and they want to get her, no matter how she feels about it.

She has been completing this program for many years. But more and more, the party life after the show replaces a completely different ritual.
Escape to the dressing room, drop into the chair, pour a glass of absinthe, sip a sip, and then search the delivered bouquets of flowers for little cards from admirers.

Usually it is always the same senders and the choice of flowers often gives them away even without a card. But also new ones come to it, as on this evening.
An unusually arranged lush bouquet of pink roses and blue-violet iris flowers has never been there before.
The scent emanating from it is intense and engaging, mixing with the cloud of absinthe in the room.
Candice would like to know who sent it to her, but the attached card is empty, except for a question mark.

It knocks five times in particular sequence.
Candice knows exactly who it is and her gaze becomes bright and gentle.

Sally, the cleaning lady arrives as she does every night Candice makes an appearance.
None of the ladies are bothered by the presence of the others. On the contrary. They have become good friends over the years, even close confidants.
They talk about every evening and every performance, about the audience and the very special guests who grace the establishment.
Of course, the unusual bouquet is also a topic.
Too gladly the ladies would like to know who the sender is and in Candice stirs a feeling that she has not allowed for so long. A flare-up of hope and longing. Are there possibly serious intentions behind this unusual floral splendor?
Why else would such meaningful flowers mixed together, if not a message behind it?
Your little heart begins to beat faster with these thoughts.

Candice lives alone in a small penthouse and in the shadow of the city. She has always kept her admirers at a distance, shown none of her true self. Too big is her fear that
one breaks her tender heart.
The short acquaintances have already shown her anyway, how her admirers see her. And none of them wants the real Candice. And none would notice her on the street when she is out as herself, without makeup, in the loose dresses, the low-slung caps or hats, and the flat shoes.
She is lost in the hustle and bustle of the city, like a single pixel in the resolution of a giant image.
She is only seen when she is in the spotlight of the stage in glittery dresses and high heels, giving the audience what they pay for.

While Candice removes her makeup, Sally creates order among the dresses that have been hastily thrown somewhere during the costume change. The shoes are placed in pairs under the dresses draped again in order and subsequently she still puts Candice's home clothes ready.
A pair of jeans, a blouse, a scarf, a pair of trampled ballerinas and a gray coat will be the accompaniment on the way home.

A little later, Sally has already left, Candice still reaches for her small handbag.
A bulge can be seen under the open coat.
She has hidden a very special bouquet of flowers in it, which she presses almost tenderly.
At the door, she pulls the scarf still high on her face and carefully places the coat against the bouquet.
Then she extinguishes the light and goes out through the side exit into the night.

Barely audible, the soles of the little shoes scurry across the cobblestones. The petite shadow is almost immediately engulfed by the darkness of the alleys and the oblivion waiting there.

Tomorrow night, however, the woman will once again become Candice LaRose, the shining object of desire and the star in the small luminous show sky of the vaudeville.
And that same evening, she will also once again become the loneliest heart in town.
Short assessment:
Already at the spray head, I can make out the lipstick note without even doing it.
Pressed briefly and she rides the air around my face, as if she were on the run!
Quite clearly, I can also make out ripe plum and the absinthe. The roses are the hedge, which let the lipstick note run up and slow down a bit.
A wonderful team becomes from all the notes, which I have never sniffed so.
From my skin, which I also provide with the fragrance, a pleasant warmth rises up, which makes these notes even softer and deeper at the same time.
I find the fragrance adult and mature, at the same time elegant and slightly melancholic, somehow cuddly soft and erotic, but at the same time very valuable and always perfectly balanced.

12/02/2012

jtd
484 Reviews

jtd

Helpful Review 7

not the performance i expected

Histoires de Parfums’s conceit of historical and literary themes is schtick. But what’s wrong with a bit of schtick? Trying to convey more than ‘lifestyle’ is a pleasant change in perfume PR. The need to mention both the year and the event the to tells you that the themes are not intended to be obvious. I’m instinctively leery of marketing, but HdP do take a stand against the the flanker mentality. After all how would they manage it? “1889, Fevrier” followed by “1889, Novembre”? I applaud the effort. It’s not merely a name trick, either. The HdP line is varied yet identifiable, and so far doesn’t seem to fill genre-slots with perfume placeholders. And it certainly keeps us away from (identifiable name), (identifiable name) liqueur de parfums, (identifiable name) les cuirs de parfums, (identifiable name) sunessence eau legere du bois blond avec les fruit du cosmos, etc.

1889 refers to the Moulin Rouge and would assumedly be boisterous, huge and have little self-restraint. I thought it would be the glam-rocker of the bunch. (That would be 1804.) At the risk of mixing eras, I’d imagined, a sort of ‘what happens in the Moulin Rouge stays in the Moulin Rouge.’ On the contrary, 1889 turns out to be a rather quiet and contemplative perfume.

It starts out smelling like the inside of a purse that has a ripe pear in it. As others have mentioned it is a lipsticky, face-powdery iris fragrance but it also has a sweet, fruity side. I’ve seen prune, plum, tangerine listed as notes, but it smells like pear to me. It simmers down pretty quickly and in the end it's fairly reserved and stays close to the skin reminding me a bit of the iris-hyacinth accord found in Lutens’s Bas de Soie. Cool, matte, muted. Moulin Rouge? More like a red herring.

02/18/2012

7.5
Bottle 10
Sillage 10
Longevity 5
Scent

Sherapop
1239 Reviews

Sherapop

Sometimes More is Too Much

One can hardly expect subtlety from a perfume with a name like 1889 MOULIN ROUGE, even produced by the illustrious house of Histoires de parfums, and in fact it's pretty much in your face (nose) with obnoxious sillage and longevity that can be curtailed only with a hot bath. This creation has a loud cinnamony-fruity—obviously intended to be red—personality perhaps befitting of one of the ladies who graces places such as the Moulin Rouge.

For me, it's all a bit too brash, not at all seductive, and although I am confident that this composition contains only niche-quality components, they add up to all too much, proving yet again that sometimes less is more. The dominant scent in the opening could be approximated by eating a large quantity of Fire Stix Jolly Ranchers candy while swilling down copious volumes of cheap, sweet, jug red wine. In a word: yuck. The drydown comes closer to a mix between Chopard MADNESS and one of the Givenchy floral fruity frags.

There's got to be a drugstore Dana facsimile of 1889 MOULIN ROUGE out there somewhere for those who like this sort of thing, but Histoires de Parfums has managed to convince me that even the best of ingredients cannot make such a perfume compelling to me. Désolée.

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