Noix de Tubéreuse Miller Harris 2003

It is late summer on the coast of northern France. There are no guests on the beach anymore, only shipwrecks. No one lets themselves be seduced by the off-season here.

HE stands on the balcony of the holiday apartment and waits for his love. They have arranged to meet here, 400 km away, for a long weekend. He has already prepared dinner. The white wine, a French one, is still chilling. He has made the bed, but he is not sure if she will really come.

SHE sits in the car; it is already dusk. She is afraid to get out and search for the apartment because she is not sure if he will be there. Just in case, she needs to apply her fragrance again. From her carry-on, she digs out “Noix de Tubéreuse” from the British house Miller Harris. A spritz on each wrist. The décolletage also gets a spray. The scent says: Be brave. Go to him. They are now three. To the left of the young woman stands the girl, obedient and in love, and to her right the lady, a femme fatale, a vixen. Wrapped in her fragrant dress, the woman enters the access code for the apartment door.

The two of them smell each other - by the way, he is wearing Ambre Sultan - and they already know that the courage has paid off. They agree: This is crazy, and the best anyway.

Noix de Tubéreuse is a romance, an amour fou, a liaison dangereuse - the dominant tuberose unites with the other fragrance notes of the pyramid into a great whole. I cannot filter out any individual notes here. When the fragrant white flower enters the room, everything is already clear. This is a scent that one takes to bed.

The liaison is very lasting, and I can hardly perceive a scent progression. The only thing is that the fragrance becomes warmer and closer to the skin over time. The tuberose then just wants to cuddle before it quietly says goodbye. What happens in France stays in France. But Miller Harris is the daughter of a British woman, so it comes home with her.