Eau de Lavande

It is early evening. I step out into the garden and tip-toe barefoot across the lawn, the stars awakening above me one by one with each and every step. Tiny creatures of the night go about their business all around me and disturb me not. I pause before the willow tree as a sudden breeze animates it's delicate weeping branches. A scent is carried on the wind transporting me instantly somewhere; elsewhere. Lavender. Childhood memories: catching bees in empty yoghurt pots as they work the lavender bush, grandmother's wardrobe where a tiny wicker basket filled with lavender hangs from the rail, bedtime stories by candlelight as lavender oil gently evaporats in slowly swirling clouds of steam from the diffuser. Memories from adolescence: underage drinking in the park and stealing kisses behind the lavender bushes, lavender scented candles while listening to melancholic melodies, the passing of my grandmother and the knowledge that never again will I look into her lavender coloured eyes. A presence behind me pulls me from my reveries and I turn to see my lover bathed in moonlight. He is wearing Eau de Lavande; a subtle, serene, sophisticated, sensual, sobering scent. There are tears in his eyes and a quiet wisdom that is earned only with the passing of the years is carried in those tears.

Possibly the dreamiest scent ever created and my pick for the best of all lavenders. A charismatic marriage of lavender, hay, cardamom, nutmeg, clove, mint, tonka bean and vanilla (to my nose) which lasts overnight on my skin and pillow if I wear it to bed. This is an olfactory vignette of a quintessential summer day on the edge of a freshly cut meadow, surrounded by flowering lavender fields. Honey-rich bees are flying, sweet pollen fills the air and there's a luscious picnic of tarts filled with spiced creme anglaise layed out on a mint-strewn clearing. My bottle's a 1980's treasure which, like fine wine, seems to have reached the pinnacle of perfumery perfection. I wish this beauty was reintroduced so everyone could experience it. Distillation: creamy lavender picnic of spiced creme anglaise on a bed of mint

I am advocating this scent to a reviewer. I stand behind my impressions which are unbiased. This amazing simple interpretation of lavender has to be the most unique across all the fragrance creations in existence. First of all, who wouldn't want to be dressed to the nines in any season and not silage away this ethereal, calming wonder of days past. Yardley this ain't. Hay newly mown hay and herbs at high summer with lavender flowers in bloom crystallizes in this bottled vapor of an English summer. Like a vacation in a bottle. Clean, earthy, mineral, shadowy: Lavedar! Thank you so much to Annick Goutal!

Natural lavender, a bit aromatic, and the drydown is a little creamy. Yummy but i wouldn’t say it's gourmand.

one of the loveliest scents ever--with lasting power of a fruit fly's life.