Sanzusair

I love a powdery scent but this turns sickly quickly, like crushed white petals fermenting. Strong, headache-inducing.

The lush undergrowth of a fairytale forest, but as seen through the lens of a perfumer from the Belle Époque. Art Nouveau in a bottle.

A witches' brew in the positive sense. Honey, garden herbs, resin, like stepping into a hut where a cauldron is brewing. Lasts and lasts.

Fresh orange slices and white tea, a gingham sheet and a picnic in the sun, that's what's in this bottle. Easygoing, fun.

Something in this is eye-watering and nose-searingly sharp to me. I suspect my nose can't do violet. Definitely needs sampling first.