Féminité du Bois Shiseido / 資生堂 1992 Eau de Parfum
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Late Summer Night's Dream
Here's a review of my latest discovery. I'll keep it short, because the fragrance has already inspired many here to beautiful, poetic texts, to which I have little to add. Nevertheless, I wanted to write something.
The scent starts, not surprisingly, with dry woods. Not dusty dry or lifeless, no there is warmth and definitely liveliness to it. Maybe it's the light, very slight earthy undertones? The image of Artemis in the undergrowth, so beautifully described by others here, fits well. But this copse is not a thicket, not a green jungle. It is a breezy forest at the end of summer. Autumn has not yet brought rain and there are dried plums hanging from the trees, parched from the heat of summer, spreading their warm, spicy fragrance. There is also a slight pungency, reminiscent of plum brandy. It's dusk at the edge of the forest and a warm wind enhances all the smells. The dry spiciness of cloves wafts in, immediately rounded out by beeswax, which adds a light, creamy and completely unobtrusive sweetness to the evening air.
Over time, this sweetness becomes stronger, but it always remains the soft sweetness of honey and dried fruit. The whole scent also gets softer and softer and snuggles up to the skin. Meanwhile, it reminds me of Indian rice pudding with cinnamon, cloves and other spices. And lots of honey. It's dusk by now and the dessert is being cooked in a wooden hut with beeswax candles everywhere. And the hut also crackles lightly and smells as night falls. Or is that a log in the fireplace burning completely smokeless, giving off that dry, woodsy aroma?
It's a late summer scent that tells of bountiful harvests, sunny days, and dry fields and woods. I can imagine it on cooler days, but also on a summer evening. It's beautiful, dry and soft all in one, tart and sweet combined. Spicy and dark, as if it could tell of lost magic, yet friendly and dark golden like an autumn sunbeam.
The scent starts, not surprisingly, with dry woods. Not dusty dry or lifeless, no there is warmth and definitely liveliness to it. Maybe it's the light, very slight earthy undertones? The image of Artemis in the undergrowth, so beautifully described by others here, fits well. But this copse is not a thicket, not a green jungle. It is a breezy forest at the end of summer. Autumn has not yet brought rain and there are dried plums hanging from the trees, parched from the heat of summer, spreading their warm, spicy fragrance. There is also a slight pungency, reminiscent of plum brandy. It's dusk at the edge of the forest and a warm wind enhances all the smells. The dry spiciness of cloves wafts in, immediately rounded out by beeswax, which adds a light, creamy and completely unobtrusive sweetness to the evening air.
Over time, this sweetness becomes stronger, but it always remains the soft sweetness of honey and dried fruit. The whole scent also gets softer and softer and snuggles up to the skin. Meanwhile, it reminds me of Indian rice pudding with cinnamon, cloves and other spices. And lots of honey. It's dusk by now and the dessert is being cooked in a wooden hut with beeswax candles everywhere. And the hut also crackles lightly and smells as night falls. Or is that a log in the fireplace burning completely smokeless, giving off that dry, woodsy aroma?
It's a late summer scent that tells of bountiful harvests, sunny days, and dry fields and woods. I can imagine it on cooler days, but also on a summer evening. It's beautiful, dry and soft all in one, tart and sweet combined. Spicy and dark, as if it could tell of lost magic, yet friendly and dark golden like an autumn sunbeam.
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