What sets Bouquet Idèale apart from the rest of the Xerjoffs, is not only its name, that for once is closer to what perfumes are normally named, but the fact that this seemingly so unimaginative name, is a joke. There is no flower in Bouquet Idèale that I can smell. A flower-free zone, this spicy-oriental makes do without a single floral touch and despite or because of that forms an ideal bouquet indeed.
Bouquet Idèale is a perfume that begs to be worn. Testing on paper or a quick sniff on a cold hand won’t do the fragrance justice. Bouquet Idèale needs warm skin to shine and, boy does it shine then.
In the first few minutes of wearing Bouquet Idèale it feels a bit hollow, like a spicy, resinous shell that is empty inside. But once it has melded with my skin it seems as if the final ingredient has fallen into place. I get to be the flower in this bouquet!
Bouquet Idèale needs a living human being to be complete. Once this almost alchemic feat has taken place, Bouquet Idèale is a cocoon of warmth, a cashmere wrap that caresses me and gives me an invisible aura, it heightens my senses, it makes me swoon. What it does to others, well, I’ll leave that to your imagination…
Bouquet Idèale is almost linear, the progression from spicy top through wooden, vanilla heart to resinous, musky base is a quick one. One after the other, the notes appear and stay, until a full and resounding accord is reached that not only includes, but is solely there for the purpose of making the star of the show – my skin – shine. I have never experienced such a perfume.
I was underwhelmed with Bouquet Idèale when I first tested it only on my hand, it smelled good, but incomplete, hollow, partial. When I first wore it, it fell into place and I knew what had been missing.
I wish I could say something bad about this perfume, but I can’t (well, apart from the obvious – bottle and price), but I promise I will certainly publish the findings on any Xerjoff I try now, because they can’t possibly all be that good.