Figue Amère Miller Harris 2002

Now I can finally announce it: I have found my fig fragrance! At least it has fig in the name... because I would not describe "Figue Amere" as a true fig scent at all. Fig fans might be easily disappointed here, while fig opponents (like me) can breathe a sigh of relief and rejoice. "Figue Amere" receives, fittingly to its name, a lot of love from me. There is certainly a bit of relief in not having to write a completely personal and subjective "fig bashing," but it is also a fragrance that suits me excellently and fits my taste.

Simple, elegant, subtle, clean. Minimally floral refreshing, transparently green, and like a classic mossy men's soap. Irish Moss in the top pyramid is one of those invented fragrance notes or accords, but it fits perfectly. Like a greener "Geranium pour Monsieur" by Frederic Malle and even not far below it in quality. This is how English nobility might imagine a fig. This whispered gentleman scent could hardly be further from juicy, pure, and tactile green Mediterranean figs. More like a macho toothpaste with manners. I smell freshly showered, totally masculine, and at the same time cheekily green behind the ears, without appearing insecure or youthful. If only the scent were a bit more noticeable to those around me... that doesn’t mean they don’t like it, but simply that it is hardly perceived.

Bottle: do the flowers really have to be on there?
Sillage: Soaps don’t need to be extravagant
Longevity: 6 hours is also not exactly "timid"...

Conclusion: a soapy scent that I like and that one would rather think of as geranium or rose... to my luck! Not a beautiful fig, but a beautiful soap scent!