Falling in love with something (or someone at that) can come as a total surprise.
Blanc Violette was chosen for trial for the sole reason that is has a name I am able to remember easily within the number-centric canon of Histoires de Parfums fragrances. I had zero expectations. I don’t particlularly care for violet as a note one way or the other and I knew practically nothing about the perfume.
I applied it and ten minutes later I had to forcibly prise away my clammy fingers from the keyboard where they wanted to hit the buy button on a full bottle on the Histoires de Parfums website. (They deduct the 10€ fee for the sample set if you buy a 120ml bottle by the way, and there is no shipping charge plus a free Travalo travel spray!)
Not so fast, I had to plead with myself, not so fast.
I implored my greedy perfume craving soul to honor my New Year’s resolution of waiting a month, then I could have it. Reluctantly, very reluctantly my soul gave in, pouted for a while and then decided to write a review instead.
Blanc Violette includes notes of violet, bergamot, iris, ylang-ylang, star anise, sandalwood, vanilla, musk and rice powder.
So, what is special about Blanc Violette? Why did I fall for it so hard? And why am I considering selling a kidney (who needs two anyway?) for a bottle of it?
There is one word that comes to mind over and over again – tender.
Blanc Violette is a tender perfume. Soft, powdery, a little sweet, feminine, old-fashioned and – tender.
I feel cushioned in it. It is like a soft filter that renders all my sensory impressions less harsh. What I see, what I hear, what I feel, is softened, the edges blunted, the contours blurred. And no, I did not partake of any mind-altering substances, aside from sniffing a little Blanc Violette.
I’m sitting out that month until I am allowed to devote my monthly budget towards Blanc Violette.
My little perfume craving soul knows what it needs, I guess.