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Green Velvet for a Hot English Summer
On my skin La Route d'Emeraude is a floral citrus. It is long lasting, singing along for around 1 to 1 1/2 hours before drying down to a ladylike projection and sillage.
On my forearms the perfume has a natural fruity sweet scent (like a fruit jelly sweet factory firing up in the 1960's). The whilte florals are musky and sweet with a little something that brings to mind benzoin and dry vanilla (by dry I mean not a cupcake essence or gourmand vanilla).
From under my clothes as I warmed in the sunshine today there were lovely wafts of sweet citrusy orange blossom and jasmine; lots of very sweet jasmine on me, bright and fresh with bergamot. The green undercurrent of La Route is gentle on my skin.
I had a beautiful pale emerald green velvet dress when young, fitted at the waist with a slightly drapey skirt and floaty cream lace capped sleeves; I would drift along, walking through the local woodland park, watching the bees, smelling the leaves of the rhododendrom, picking dry long grass to weave into circles, shoo shooing the cows as they flicked their tails against the flies. At sixteen I would have worn the heck out of La Route d'Emeraude, dressed in my green velvet, shoo shooing the cows in the heat haze of a hot English summer.
Decant sample eau de parfum April 2014
On my forearms the perfume has a natural fruity sweet scent (like a fruit jelly sweet factory firing up in the 1960's). The whilte florals are musky and sweet with a little something that brings to mind benzoin and dry vanilla (by dry I mean not a cupcake essence or gourmand vanilla).
From under my clothes as I warmed in the sunshine today there were lovely wafts of sweet citrusy orange blossom and jasmine; lots of very sweet jasmine on me, bright and fresh with bergamot. The green undercurrent of La Route is gentle on my skin.
I had a beautiful pale emerald green velvet dress when young, fitted at the waist with a slightly drapey skirt and floaty cream lace capped sleeves; I would drift along, walking through the local woodland park, watching the bees, smelling the leaves of the rhododendrom, picking dry long grass to weave into circles, shoo shooing the cows as they flicked their tails against the flies. At sixteen I would have worn the heck out of La Route d'Emeraude, dressed in my green velvet, shoo shooing the cows in the heat haze of a hot English summer.
Decant sample eau de parfum April 2014