Madeleine Parfumerie Particulière

Madeleine, Magdalena, here the spirits diverge on which of the names of the pastry is the original one.
Sometimes these little cakes are said to come from Lorraine, sometimes from Northern Spain along the Camino de Santiago. Sometimes they appear in the shape of a shell, sometimes more round.
But what is important here is the citrus note, whether as zest or as juice from the flesh of the fruit.
And just as Marcel Proust brought his narrator's childhood back to life by dipping one of these delicacies in tea, this fragrance creates a little magic "in search of lost time".

Madeleine opens bitterly citrusy with bergamot, surprisingly natural.
And a distinctive bitter almond joins it. The kind that can be deadly if consumed recklessly.
It is a tension between bright citrus on one side and creamy almond on the other. Life and death face each other.

The narrator learns what transience means.

Now, however, heliotrope takes the bitter almond by the hand and both naively dance a ring dance. The mood becomes creamier, very cuddly, like a balm for the skin. The threat of cyanide is dispelled.

However, the fragrance progression remains idiosyncratic, shifting from a cozy, warm embrace to a beautiful tea setting.
It should be noted that there is no tea note present, the focus is on a madeleine.

With closed eyes and an open heart, the narrator now remembers his childhood.

His madeleine is very delicately covered with a lemon glaze, experiencing a powdery cold. The beautiful dining table of his parents is covered with a very clean tablecloth, musky-fresh and ironed, showcasing its damask weave, the delicate patterns glowing in the backlight. He can smell the metal iron through the synthetic fabric.
It will also be this molecule that will maintain the citrus impression until the end of the fragrance progression. It tickles a bit in the nose if you smell too closely. At a greater distance, the scent remains more lovely.

And as with remembering, the scent impression changes once again. The narrator opens his eyes again and finds himself as an adult. Just as the fragrance now shifts to a dark green, slightly herbal and bitter.
Yet sparks of his childhood flicker here and there, citrusy bright and sweet. And a delicate veil, very shadowy, envelops him with the bitter almond.

Towards the end of this fragrance story, this gourmand will bid farewell in a greenish hue.

The color of hope?