A very innovative powdery, not relying on orris root or violet, but on a molecule called Orivone, according to Nez's Les cent onze parfums qu'il faut sentir avant de mourir.
As a child, I would tag along with my parents when they'd visit historical place after historical place. All had this smell of old, dry wood, and some of these being mills, you could still smell the flour. Bois Farine is all that to me.
Unsurprisingly, given my olfactive association, it has this regressive quality to me. I've been using this fragrance in times when I needed comfort or to favor restful sleep as an overnight scent.
Yes, it does smell like flour, like the flour that fills the air when you scatter it on a wooden working area to roll out or knead the dough. A dry, toasted, non-sweet almond is also present, peeking discreetly in gourmand territory. And the woods are wonderfully dry, dry, dry.
Although discreete à la Ellena, it has a treatcherous trailing and can fill a space after you have left...
