But this time don't play tricks I said to myself, mom is always mom after all!
Mon Parfum Chéri is a little masterpiece in the way it makes shine thousand facets around the florentine iris, precious diamond of this timelessly elegant neoretro chypre. Actually the opening straightway highlights the almost embarassingly huge quantity and quality used of it, with a slight dry and floral spicyness of cinnamon and clove warming up the herbal and vegetal tones of orris root hovering between flower, yeast and carrot. Just a while and the root immediately turns into silky petal, old days habit, soft violet scented face powder housed in that nice decorated boxes coming with the puff too. The development could seem vanishing but instead here it comes the patchouly with its rough shade, just smoothed by the plum pulp but there's nothing saucy about it: it's all naughtyness and nonchalance like a great lady that knows how to get a man at her feet just playing with a glance. Finally the softness of heliotropine, orris butter and musks gets back reminescent of old lipstics and yummy lips as in movies kisses. The result is a striking juice with a great lasting power, sexy like a pair of high-heels mules and full of whispered facets, chiseled to perfection and flawlessly fitting the body like a satin duchesse custom-fitted dress.