Chèvrefeuille Monastère Notre-Dame Ganagobie
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Summer, sun, bee sums
Chèvrefeuille: When I read this name, I see the ancient bottle of Yves Rocher, milky transparent, with a rough surface, a splash with an oval plastic lid. And in my nose is the most wonderful smell of pure, honey-dewed, natural honeysuckle. Therefore all honeysuckle fragrances have it very difficult with me. I haven't smelled the Yves Rocher for decades - and who knows - maybe my memory is completely distorted according to the motto "Everything used to be more tinsel". Maybe, and yet I can't get away from this memory of fragrance.
I ordered the monastic honeysuckle blindly - and with not too much hope to find it here on my search for my honeysuckle scent.
But in fact: Already with the first nose full I indulge in wonderfully natural honeysuckle fragrance. Not the scent of my transfigured memory, but an independent, different one that can exist. Chèvrefeuille starts green and delicately herbaceous. Not rough stems but light green transparent leaves for my nose. Beautiful, because it evokes in me the association with forest hollyhock - and I am always happy when I unexpectedly discover one during hikes, mostly made aware by the fine scent that floats in the forest on a hot, windless day.
But the pure scent of the white blossom quickly prevails and this is the phase in which I like the elixir from the monastery best. The scent of honeysuckle is one of the few plant scents that I never find overwhelming or too much. The similarity to jasmine is mentioned again and again, but for me the honeysuckle is much softer, more transparent and clearer. Its sweetness is not the heavy sweetness that some tropical flowers or jasmine can bring, but a light honeydew on a cool morning. Lovely is the term that imposes itself upon me by the smell of honeysuckle.
Chèvrefeuille enchants me for a - unfortunately short - period of time with this outstanding natural scent, before it gently fades away powdery and light on my skin.
A fragrance to dream of sun, summer, humming bees and fragrant plants.
Just now, where outside the window the grey cloudy sky promises more snow.
I ordered the monastic honeysuckle blindly - and with not too much hope to find it here on my search for my honeysuckle scent.
But in fact: Already with the first nose full I indulge in wonderfully natural honeysuckle fragrance. Not the scent of my transfigured memory, but an independent, different one that can exist. Chèvrefeuille starts green and delicately herbaceous. Not rough stems but light green transparent leaves for my nose. Beautiful, because it evokes in me the association with forest hollyhock - and I am always happy when I unexpectedly discover one during hikes, mostly made aware by the fine scent that floats in the forest on a hot, windless day.
But the pure scent of the white blossom quickly prevails and this is the phase in which I like the elixir from the monastery best. The scent of honeysuckle is one of the few plant scents that I never find overwhelming or too much. The similarity to jasmine is mentioned again and again, but for me the honeysuckle is much softer, more transparent and clearer. Its sweetness is not the heavy sweetness that some tropical flowers or jasmine can bring, but a light honeydew on a cool morning. Lovely is the term that imposes itself upon me by the smell of honeysuckle.
Chèvrefeuille enchants me for a - unfortunately short - period of time with this outstanding natural scent, before it gently fades away powdery and light on my skin.
A fragrance to dream of sun, summer, humming bees and fragrant plants.
Just now, where outside the window the grey cloudy sky promises more snow.
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