The bottle has been in my collection for almost a year now. A blind purchase, as the comments read simply excellent. There is talk of green vanilla, fresh and woody. I had never encountered anything like it before; vanilla is definitely one of my favorites. I want to know it in all its facets.
The scent is supposed to capture the hot and exotic aromas of Madagascar, more specifically the evening mood. Unfortunately, it is a limited special edition that can only be purchased at airports or ferry boats. Another reason to acquire a bottle.
I would never think to describe the scent as "hot"; rather the opposite. There is definitely an exotic quality, more on that later. I associate it more with cool, unspoiled morning air, oxygen-laden to the finest degree, one wants to inhale deeply to soak up the energy of the new day.
The opening is more than unusual, completely new to me until now. A mild, cool, slightly green cream greets me, aquatic and fresh, almost wet, dew-soaked. At the same time, a soft banana note appears; where does that come from?
A hint of fresh lacquer, hard to describe, but by no means unpleasant, subtly spicy, faintly reminiscent of warm skin. Although only a few notes are listed, the scent has many faces. Delicately floral, watery, powdery cool, gently melting, very harmonious. The nuances skillfully intertwine, allowing one or another to take the lead at times, soon merging again into a floating, ethereal, gossamer unity. Innocent and filled with light.
The vanilla presents itself in a very naked form, not refined or gilded, dusted with sparkling almond powder or similar.
It has very little of the gourmand, but I like this milky, pastel yellow, gossamer vanilla. The cedar as a partner is very advantageous, gripping, cool-woody, providing a delicate, sun-bleached framework of supple wood.
A breathtakingly beautiful symbiosis of cool and warm. It is not the kind of warmth you feel directly on a sunny day, the kind that tickles and burns on the skin.
I have long searched for a comparison: after warming your hands on a freshly brewed cup of coffee and placing your now warm palms on your cheeks, the gentle, indirect warmth that seems to immediately reach the body's interior.
That is exactly how the scent feels. It envelops you in a gossamer cocoon of gentle warmth and light; it is a very thin fabric, silky soft and cooling, unable to hold back the cold and wind of the refreshing morning, yet it offers space and freedom, feeling feather-light and floating.
The minimally aquatic, watercolor-like, floral freshness fades a bit in the base. There, the scent feels a bit denser, still tempting, sweetness only shows itself very restrained, almost just a hint of fine powdered sugar, ultra-sparingly sprinkled in small amounts.
It is really not easy to grasp; light-footed, gracefully, the genderless light figure slips through my fingers time and again, brushing against me painfully softly with its silky-cool garment, leaving a powdery, softly spicy, green-vanilla cloud, the air around it filled with a cool humidity. It is similar to standing next to a waterfall, with a warm wind carrying scattered, stray water droplets that settle pleasantly and gleamingly on the warmed skin.
It provides comfort, peace, and harmony; one would like to sink into its friendly embrace, a touch that demands nothing but gives.
It seems to be a specialty of Kenzo; I feel just as peaceful when I wear Indian Holi.
Not a scent that causes a stir; it is a flattering, delicate wallflower, velvety, its voice is calm but determined.
I particularly enjoy wearing it in spring; it fits wonderfully with windy days, the heavy April showers, the first rays of sunshine, the transitional mood, the new that lurks in the fresh air.
A top-notch summer vanilla; in warmth, it becomes curvy and more gourmand, yet still fresh and creamy, more yogurt than cream.
I have worn it on many occasions, and it elicits wonder from those I let close to me. It is described as unusual and very delicious; the sillage is very restrained, but that also fits the rather shy yet elegant overall impression.
Cold seems to make it freeze; the movements are more laborious than playfully light.
Online, it is declared unisex, but I find it clearly feminine, more of a shy doe than a man-eater. The longevity is surprisingly good for such a delicate-exotic lightweight. Lotus seems to play a significant role in the harmonious character, combined with vanilla, which is known to have a calming effect, a dream pair. It blends fabulously with one's own skin scent, no unnatural film that clogs the skin.
As much as I am enthusiastic, I often cannot wear it. So much purity, peace, and harmony somehow overwhelms me. It appears clean and smooth, not sterile, but the salt in the soup is missing; I miss a charming flaw, a slightly morbid character trait, a moral dilemma can unfortunately be very attractive.
But when I crave it, I wear it with great joy and enjoy the unusual, slightly immature, spring-fresh vanilla.
A hidden gem for vanilla lovers who also enjoy it cool-woody-spicy, subtly powdery, and airy-watery-East Asian-floral.
A gourmet lightweight gourmand from Madagascar, unique in its kind, nothing resembles it; you can confidently forget the comparison with Vanilla Noir.
Top Notes 
Lotus
Heart Notes 
Cedar
Freesia
Base Notes 
Vanilla
Ergreifend
Felini
Serafina
Gandix
Umbrail
Azura
Ninina
