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My fondness for lavender fragrances is no longer a secret. Let's do a quick count: Nine lavender fragrances are currently in my collection - almost exclusively used in the evening, by the way, because I love to fall asleep surrounded by this wonderful aroma. Bucoliques de Provence, on the other hand, I always wear them during the day. Why is that? It's simple: because for me it's everything, but not a lavender scent! Leather scent? Iris scent? Juniper scent? Oh yes, that's it! Lavender? I can only answer that with a very hesitant "yes" For me, the fragrance begins spicy - and clearly smells of juniper berries and leaves. Green, but not bright, juicy green, but muted, rather grey-green. There is a series of paintings by Paul Cézanne showing the Mont Sainte-Victoire in Provence, I am spontaneously reminded of this colouring.
Immediately the iris is also present, dry-powdery, in fact with a touch of freshly sharpened pencils. Then Bucoliques de Provence develops more and more into an elegant leather scent - and suddenly I think I smell lavender after all. In retrospect, lavender was also present right at the beginning, but confusingly, I only recognize it in my memory when the spicy beginning can only be guessed at.
Leather in fragrances is sometimes a problem for me, but here it's not like a real leather smell, which is often too much or too animalistic for me, but almost as if the idea of leather had only been played with. It's difficult to explain, because Bucoliques de Provence is definitely a natural scent, but nevertheless the individual scents seem like a Chinese drawing: perfect, captured in detail - and in this perfection somehow artificial.
For me it is a relaxed scent, reserved and as a delicate breeze it surrounds me and never pushes itself into the foreground. On fabric, by the way, it is much more present than on the skin and all in all, this wonderful dreamy scent proves to be surprisingly long-lasting.
And so every time I spray Bucoliques de Provence, I am happy that my expectations were disappointed in my search for a lavender scent - and instead I found something unexpected, surprising and new.