I've got to say that this was the most memorable of the three in my opinion. There's really not a great deal to say, such is the chic minimalism of this perfume. Polge lent some of this craft to a line I tried recently, Mugler Les Exceptions which seem bold and brash now in comparison to these. It's a green opening with fresh lime and mandarin notes as it dries you get a delicate powder soft floral heart and base of the sweetest patchouli. It's not reinventing anything and might be functional for some....but not at what I suspect the price might be. I was distinctly underwhelmed by the line.
Iced lemon slices in a cut glass bowl, encased in ice; fresh, crisp herbs soaking in ice water, subtle as a lacy front or two. The memory of a glass of sweet white wine, a honeyed, floral Gewürztraminer wisp; round, rich, luscious, and strangely absent for all its suggestion. Somewhere between charming and refreshing, gentle with a glint in its eye; Not overly polite yet definitely inoffensive, nothing weird you can put your finger on, but there's a phantom shimmer, a flickering presence, an impossible-to-name thing, which makes it either perfectly frustrating or frustratingly perfect.