I was debating with myself (and the lovely #fumechat Twitter community) whether I should add my two (s)cents about this perfume that is very much “in” at the moment, although it has been reviewed by many who know a lot more that I do. We agreed that that is not the point after all, my blog is a place where I talk about what I love, at the moment I choose. And if somebody likes to read that, all the better.
I did not seek out the Cartiers, because I read they were not so special (aside from Fougueuse) and since I did not intend to spend 200€ on 75ml Eau de Toilette, I thought I would do just fine without trying that line.
(Un)fortunately three samples reached my door along with the lovely Guerlains (don’t forget to enter my giveaway!).
L’Heure Diaphane and L’Heure Promise are decidedly not my cup of tea, they were easily dismissed. But L’Heure Fougueuse posed a problem.
It had my attention before I ever smelled it, because my friend Dee was anticipating it with bated breath, she hoped to find a memory in it. I hoped for her that it would be the one she sought, but for me it held not much interest, because to tell the truth, aside from the occasional Fiaker or at the circus I never met a horse and have no burning desire to do so. And I expected a perfume that smelled of horse and barn, as this was what reviews and Dee talked about.
As this sample lay before me, I was very curious, but the last thing I expected was to fall in love. The rest – as they say – is history…
This was the one perfume to rule them all, the one to find them, the one to bring them all and in the darkness of a Cartier Boutique bind them…
L’Heure Fougueuse was created by Mathilde Laurent in 2010 for the boutique-exclusive Cartier line Les Heures de Parfum. It bears the number four on the bottle. (Quick thinkers are right to assume that there will eventually be twelve of those, at the moment eight have already launched.) It includes notes of bergamot, magnolia, lavender, horse’s mane note, maté, vetiver, oakmoss, musk and coumarin.
L’Heure Fouguese smells of summer days, of haystacks, of – yes – horses and saddles and barns, of flowers in the mild breeze, of sun-warmed stones. It does so in a totally unexpected and gloriously understated, but persistent way.
It is what I wanted Chergui to be, that eventually proved a bit much for me, it is a westernized version on Chergui’s theme maybe, that is nearer to my experiences and therefore nearer to my heart.
L’Heure Fougueuse opens with a slightly animalic, the teensiest bit dirty idea of a horse. That interesting and complex note is accompanied by bergamot and lavender, adding an air of freshness, of outdoorsiness, of movement even. I get the feeling this fragrance is dancing in the breeze, speeding along with a galloping horse, pick your metaphor. What I mean is it is the antithesis of stagnant and rigid, it is airy and open – moving.
The maté note is prominent on me and lends the perfume an amazing herbal quality, it evokes haystacks and sun-bleached grass. Later the vetiver and oakmoss take over the role of supporting the idea of green, dry and aromatic meadows.
This is a perfume to indulge in fantasies as Victoria of Bois de Jasmin puts it, and I couldn’t agree more.
For me L’Heure Fougueuse evokes summers of my childhood, running through meadows, tumbling and rolling down a hill, laughing, free, summer vacations stretching endlessly ahead, all burdens left behind, camping in the “wilderness” (I was a girl guide! Once a scout always a scout!) and feeling the warm sun on my skin.