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At the herb bed, hyacinths, jasmine and ylang-ylang greet each other with a warm embrace, while lily of the valley and garden carnations nod delicately.
Iris powders little Rosi on her wooden bench, Rosi unfortunately has to wait.

Johanna in her leather outfit takes Iris on her tour on the Bandit, they race through the mossy cedar forest, pass the sandalwood thicket with the aurochs and enjoy the resinous, slightly earthy forest air.

On their return, they both sink into the tall vetiver grass, the leather cloak now lies on the moss, the ambery, warm and spicy, still slightly earthy aura combines with the gently wafting vetiver.
The two of them prefer to take their Bandit to this large forest garden, time out & relaxation for the whole day.

Freshly washed with lemon soap, the delicate peach kisses the honeysuckle, jasmine and carnations. The delicate blossoms and flower buds combine with the citrusy hint.
The wind blows a slightly resinous scent from the plum tree, the plums are still lacking in ripeness.

We sit down on the soft moss next to the oaks, a slightly earthy scent interwoven with the fine suede gloves and the amber in the sandalwood bowl allows us to calm down.

The gentle ringing of bells can be heard from afar.
Later, slightly pungent cloves join in, forming a balsamic combination with the moss, the bit of earth and the woods.

I have described the eau de toilette here.
I haven't noticed the rose yet. The cloves could come from the balsamic incense.
The fragrance captivates me with its density & depth and simultaneous lightness.
(... and occasionally reminds me of "Jolie Madame" and "Vol de Nuit" ... perhaps I could have used "Germaine Cellier in a propeller plane" as the headline... now it has become the signature)

discovered at Cleo: Top notes: Bergamot, lemon, peach
Heart notes: Cistus, rose, carnation, plum, jasmine, honeysuckle, bouvardia, pine nut
Base notes: Patchouli, leather, balsam, sandalwood, oakmoss, amber, musk, incense, oak absolute

The fragrance starts with a brief light green like freshly cut cloves from the garden.
The cloves come swiftly to bring a warm, spicy aura. A slightly woody breeze blows, I sit in the shade of the cedar on my beloved wooden bench, pour myself a Darjeeling tea and read Émile Zola's "The Paradise of Ladies".
The aniseed cookies and cloves smell from the wooden bowl.

I found the following (abridged) information at Cleopatra's Boudoir:
The Parfumerie L. Plassard from Paris was originally founded in 1815 as Demarson (founded by Francois Demarson), later Demarson et Cie and other variations of the name. The perfume, soap and cosmetics house was located at 17 rue de Quatre-Septembre, Paris.
The company exhibited regularly at " l'exposition universale" in 1817, 1819, 1823, 1839, 1844, 1849, 1855, 1867, 1878 and 1889 under various names over the years.
1894 Louis Plassard took over and renamed the business accordingly.
1910 - Company seems to have dropped the subtitle Demarson-Chetelet

ripe plums lie on the ground among the violets, star anise smells to me like finely ground cloves ... where from?

I stand in the antiquarian bookshop, take in the slightly dusty air and the dim lighting, photos of artists from the past hang on the walls, a slightly earthy smell emanates from the cellar ..

or have I ended up in the Moulin Rouge after all?
Ah, plum liqueur is served... small bouquets of violets in glass vases smell beguiling... and another glass of plum liqueur!
The iris powders eagerly, I get warm, I take off my fur coat and put the osmanthus flower in my hair.

My companion leads me into the basement rooms, which exude an earthy smell; the walls here are wood-paneled with inlaid work in cedar and sandalwood. We reach a salon with a leather chaise longue and leather armchairs, take a seat and enjoy the pleasant jazzy atmosphere.

This perfume reminds me very much of some old fragrances from the 1920s or 1930s, hence the journey between locations or even times like in the movie "Midnight in Paris".

The queen strides through her realm: the hyacinths shine at her in the most beautiful pale blue, the bright lilies of the valley sway in the grass, jasmine and roses sway in the gentle breeze, a little resin drips from the calyxes and wets the moss. Iris very carefully breathes a little powder over the small kingdom.
The queen spreads her leather cloak on the moss, vetiver and patch exude a gentle, slightly bitter-green earthy note.
The queen strokes her leather cloak tenderly, closes her eyes, breathes in the spicy scent of her realm deeply and smiles