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By the Pool by Lanvin
Lanvin does not wander through lavender fields this time to serve up a summery refreshment. Nevertheless, an unusual direction creates a very French recommendation for a pleasantly mischievous summer.
For further discussion of the fragrance, I invite you to the pool for a Petit Rien and Suze on ice.
I’m already playing Niagara’s “Pendant que les champs brûlent” - unfortunately, the fields are burning in this dry summer in France.
But let’s hope for rain soon!
And now, let’s dive into the fragrance experience!
Mme Constant seems to have almost completely banished lavender from her creations, which makes her work incredibly interesting. To exile one of the most important elements of perfumery takes courage and skill.
And here she proves it for a house that is otherwise more traditionally oriented towards men’s fragrances.
The bottle is characteristically simple and elegant, topped with a metallic, industrial-looking cap featuring three prominent, jagged stripes. Unfortunately, I miss the house's insignia, but the long inscription of the fragrance name likely left no room for it. They placed it very discreetly in the lower part of the transparent acrylic box, which protects the bottle like a display piece.
So everything points to an unusual creation: the contrast between the bottle and cap, the concealment of Lanvin, the complete absence of lavender. Only the color of the liquid is familiar to me, just a bit lighter this time.
The opening of the fragrance resembles the storming of the Bastille and fits perfectly with the midsummer of July. An explosion of citrus sweeps away all surrounding scents.
An extremely rebellious mandarin calls for an uprising. It comes across sweetly, you can smell the half-naked flesh of the fruit.
This Marianne gives her best against the conservative palace guards, but she probably won’t succeed alone.
Just a little skirmish in the olfactory organ and then off to the attack!
She gets reinforcement from the violet leaf in the heart note. This promptly arrives armed with a halberd and makes short work of royal olfactory habits.
“Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos batallions,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu’une lavande impure
Abreuve nos sillons!”
Yes, just like that, a leisurely lavender order in the brain has been overturned before one even realizes it.
And the new Jacobin rulers have already proclaimed a Corsican rosemary as Primus inter Pares.
Goodness, I hope this goes well!
The little Corsican initially enchants the agitated crowd with a familiar greenish and slightly spicy aroma and, following the goods shortage caused by the revolution, grudgingly offers a bit of hedonic jasmine to soothe. Nevertheless, a regiment of armed violet leaves stands by, always reminding of order. A strangely green-blue freshness cools the tempers, creating a temporarily fragile peace to establish the new order.
The people are delighted, a new elegance amidst the summer draws them in magically, all doubts are cast aside.
The council of wise men advises the citizen to let rosemary play hypnotic sounds for the people; bread and games have long proven effective for solidifying new conditions.
“La piscine” by Hypnolove from 2016 quickly sets the festive tone in the new state. Everyone dances joyfully to the cool sounds, not grasping the insidious lyrics.
Everything smells so new and fresh here. Who would be surprised, with standards soaked in white musk adorning the new grand boulevards. Here and there, faded portraits of the heroic mandarin Marianne are displayed.
And so, the fairy tale of a completed revolution could end, were it not for the little Corsican slowly but surely feeling imperial desires and seizing all power!
For dark forces have long infiltrated the happy, intoxicated people. The latter still dances merrily, unaware that the bourgeois violet leaf guard has been undermined by dubious Ambroxan woods.
2015 will go down in the annals of perfumery as a fateful year; the Ambroxan infiltration has succeeded. Resistance is futile!
Nevertheless, upright components manage to mitigate the Ambroxan influence here and hand the imperial crown to the Corsican rosemary.
From then on, a crown adorned with Ambroxan decorates all grand buildings, and official documents are sealed with it.
The elegantly synthetic shine will begin its victorious march.
Until perhaps a new generation calls for revolution again, as so often across the Rhine.
I hope the Suze on ice hasn’t gone to your head.
Shall we take a swim?
Come on, let’s dive into the water!
For further discussion of the fragrance, I invite you to the pool for a Petit Rien and Suze on ice.
I’m already playing Niagara’s “Pendant que les champs brûlent” - unfortunately, the fields are burning in this dry summer in France.
But let’s hope for rain soon!
And now, let’s dive into the fragrance experience!
Mme Constant seems to have almost completely banished lavender from her creations, which makes her work incredibly interesting. To exile one of the most important elements of perfumery takes courage and skill.
And here she proves it for a house that is otherwise more traditionally oriented towards men’s fragrances.
The bottle is characteristically simple and elegant, topped with a metallic, industrial-looking cap featuring three prominent, jagged stripes. Unfortunately, I miss the house's insignia, but the long inscription of the fragrance name likely left no room for it. They placed it very discreetly in the lower part of the transparent acrylic box, which protects the bottle like a display piece.
So everything points to an unusual creation: the contrast between the bottle and cap, the concealment of Lanvin, the complete absence of lavender. Only the color of the liquid is familiar to me, just a bit lighter this time.
The opening of the fragrance resembles the storming of the Bastille and fits perfectly with the midsummer of July. An explosion of citrus sweeps away all surrounding scents.
An extremely rebellious mandarin calls for an uprising. It comes across sweetly, you can smell the half-naked flesh of the fruit.
This Marianne gives her best against the conservative palace guards, but she probably won’t succeed alone.
Just a little skirmish in the olfactory organ and then off to the attack!
She gets reinforcement from the violet leaf in the heart note. This promptly arrives armed with a halberd and makes short work of royal olfactory habits.
“Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos batallions,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu’une lavande impure
Abreuve nos sillons!”
Yes, just like that, a leisurely lavender order in the brain has been overturned before one even realizes it.
And the new Jacobin rulers have already proclaimed a Corsican rosemary as Primus inter Pares.
Goodness, I hope this goes well!
The little Corsican initially enchants the agitated crowd with a familiar greenish and slightly spicy aroma and, following the goods shortage caused by the revolution, grudgingly offers a bit of hedonic jasmine to soothe. Nevertheless, a regiment of armed violet leaves stands by, always reminding of order. A strangely green-blue freshness cools the tempers, creating a temporarily fragile peace to establish the new order.
The people are delighted, a new elegance amidst the summer draws them in magically, all doubts are cast aside.
The council of wise men advises the citizen to let rosemary play hypnotic sounds for the people; bread and games have long proven effective for solidifying new conditions.
“La piscine” by Hypnolove from 2016 quickly sets the festive tone in the new state. Everyone dances joyfully to the cool sounds, not grasping the insidious lyrics.
Everything smells so new and fresh here. Who would be surprised, with standards soaked in white musk adorning the new grand boulevards. Here and there, faded portraits of the heroic mandarin Marianne are displayed.
And so, the fairy tale of a completed revolution could end, were it not for the little Corsican slowly but surely feeling imperial desires and seizing all power!
For dark forces have long infiltrated the happy, intoxicated people. The latter still dances merrily, unaware that the bourgeois violet leaf guard has been undermined by dubious Ambroxan woods.
2015 will go down in the annals of perfumery as a fateful year; the Ambroxan infiltration has succeeded. Resistance is futile!
Nevertheless, upright components manage to mitigate the Ambroxan influence here and hand the imperial crown to the Corsican rosemary.
From then on, a crown adorned with Ambroxan decorates all grand buildings, and official documents are sealed with it.
The elegantly synthetic shine will begin its victorious march.
Until perhaps a new generation calls for revolution again, as so often across the Rhine.
I hope the Suze on ice hasn’t gone to your head.
Shall we take a swim?
Come on, let’s dive into the water!
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15 Comments
Is the Ambroxan dressed as Napoleon I or as Louis Bonaparte...??
I guess I need to reread Marx's 18th Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte :-DD.
Another great review.
However, I have some issues with Ambroxan.
I'll give it a try.
What a fantastic review, so wonderfully amusing and interestingly written. ;D.. Great!
As long as Ambrox doesn't completely take over, this sounds very interesting.
A pleasure to read.