A Quiet Morning

The beautiful and unforgettable fragrance emanating from three different places in India: The first whiff is coming from a Hindu Kovil (Temple), where the idol is washed with water infused with flowers and melon juice and I stand there in gratitude in silence in humility for all the gifts I have received from this universe. (Idols in the Hindu Temples are usually washed with clean water, curd, honey, fruit juices, dates, coconut water etc. every day). The heart Note is of a green rice field, on the side of the road there is a small tea shop, garlands of flowers on idol pictures. A small open shop on the side where rice is purchased and sold, the new freshly harvested rice is still dusty, get close to the grain and there is the fresh smell of the earth and a milky sweetness. The base notes are very subtle: soft flowers found pressed in a book, dried flowers but still emanating a fragrance. Not old, not dead, divine flowers. Overall its Very positive and carries me away to a world where children run across fields, there is plenty, there is simple happiness. A gracious bow to the creators of this magnificent perfume who painted a vivid picture in my mind and transported me to India.

AMAZING. This is a gorgeous, best-kept secret kind of fragrance. One of my all-time favorites. On me it actually smells like the olfactory manifestation of a deep, imperial purple--this is the only time I've associated a smell with a color so specifically. Somehow it makes me think of the best kind of library--tall windows, a lot of light, millions of books and comfy chairs. Or that rare vintage shop where you unexpectedly find some dusty antique treasure you never knew you wanted. And yet, there is nothing old lady or bookish about this fragrance. It's a very warm, soothing, but strong scent that people love on me, and that I love to wear. It's not an assertive power fragrance. I've worn it to work, but it's more mellow and laid-back than that. Best for a day where no one will notice you sniffing your own wrist.

This was my first experience with a Miller et Bertaux scent, and I must say I'm very impressed. A Quiet Morning brought to mind several other incense perfumes I have tried in the past (Costes, 10 Corso Como and even Armani Prive Bois d'Encens). I liked or loved each of those, but A Quiet Morning blows them away with its beauty, wearability and longevity. It's less sterile, less plastic/synthetic, more complex and warmer than many other scents in this category. Precious Sandalwood is the star of the show. It reminds me of an antique sandalwood handkerchief box my mother used to have. This one lasted about six hours on uncovered skin, and persisted a couple more hours on the areas covered by my shirt. Thanks, debbborra, for the generous decant of this lovely scent. It is definitely full bottle worthy!

A very beautiful artistic, conceptual perfume that is executed so well! The spices of turmeric and saffron are not too overbearing in this, but are reminiscent of an Indian temple or even, as someone said below, idli. I get less rice than I did when I sampled this 2 years ago but this is one I'm glad I own as a full bottle. Some complaints below about longevity, but this lasts a solid 5 hours on my skin and the spices are still detectible after 6 hours, so I think the price point is worth it. I've liked a number of other Miller et Bertaux scents that I've tried, including Study 23, Mentha y Mentha, and Green, Green.. although the last 2 don't last very long.

This is beautiful. A bit like Dior Dune, but more quiet and without Dune's rather strong opening. Dry warm woody solitary heaven. I can totally relate to the library image mentioned in an earlier comment. I wouldn't wear it in public, but it is great to surround myself with it when sitting at my desk at home with my computer. Unisex, but maybe a bit more masculine. Feels like wearing your boyfriend's scarf, when he's away for a day. If I am to buy a bottle in the future it will be not because I would ever finish it, but because I would be afraid it would disappear and I could never find it again.