I go through periods I like it a lot - then it gets too much and I pack it away for a long time - until it comes around again. By the time you’re doing your mascara, you’ll realize this has settled into something quite lovely and special. Guerlain L'Heure Bleue Parfum is an exquisite ode to the enjoyment of life and romanticism with an armful of elegant delicate flowers over an oriental base characterised by Violet, Iris and Aniseed in a rich and sensual essence that moulds the day into its darkest hour. It was this fleeting moment that Jacques Guerlain he tried to express in 1912 with L'Heure Bleue perfume, an engaging, moving and spellbinding fragrance with an unusual and vivid key note of Violet and Ainse. Unfortunately, many people smell the opening and immediately scrub--especially if doing a TikTok or youtube review--they scrunch their noses and end scene.

L'Heure de Nuit has the same DNA but a much brighter and happier personae, thanks to the dominance of orange blossom. After the initial aggressive blast, the vampy middle notes started to come out and she started to show herself. Synaesteticaly L’heure Bleue is more L’heure Fuchsia; less Parisian twilight and more Bali Hai in that scene in 1958’s South Pacific.

Blended beautifully, nothing too sharp, nothing headache-inducing, yet there are spicy notes and floral notes. I purchased this fragrance alongside Mitsuoko, and I like to think of Mitsuoko as the golden hour that fades into the melancholic dusk of twilight that is L'heure Bleue. Now, having embraced heliotrope and powder, this is a favorite and one of the few scents I actually crave.

Encaustic waxy goodness, spicy carnations, luscious florals and sweet oriental tobacco from the guerlinade, almost gourmand. Your grandmother is likely wearing what she loved to wear in her youth and what was all the rave - L'Heure Bleue. This perfume is remarkable for me because it creates a very real emotion or emotional quality in me.For your mental association, we may thank the way McDonald's and other institutional restrooms/toilets have often used a faux-cherry scented room deodorizer since the 1960's. The day I met my fiancée, kissing twenty two years old, my fiancée who is my soul, who is the love of all my lives before and all the lives to come, who is my etching and my mercy, the solemn core of my heart, I was riven with an almost catatonic ecstasy and fear. L'Heure Bleue opens with a medicinal blast of anise, coriander - and like another reviewer mentioned - carrot seed. As opposed to Mitsouko, Shalimar or other very vintage perfumes, this was love at first sniff for me so it may be easy to like if you are not used to smelling classic perfumes. You sit bereft of all your clothes, pressing a fairly large and ornate powder puff into a container that is full of a glorious smelling talcum, you dab this onto your skin and take in the redolent powdery whiff of the hefty iris butter, heliotrope (which is what makes this so powdery smooth), violet, benzoin, tonka, vanilla commixture, supported by decadent spices and carnation which give it that slight nose piercing bite.