Ooooh, Lavender. I like lavender. In fact, the very first tincture I ever made was lavender—not that it was a success, I just want to illustrate how much I like lavender. Despite this fondness for the purple buds, I don’t know that I’ve ever had a perfume featuring the note. Lavender tends to fall into the masculine category for some reason, and maybe that’s why I don’t encounter it much in perfumery.
Lavender certainly doesn’t tell the whole story of Reverie au jardin—and gods, what a story it tells. After every few key strokes, I’m effecting Wrist-to-Nose posture… and having a hard time staying on task. Wow!
A little powder from the orris, a little soapy too–is that the rose? I love the smooth and slightly bitter sandalwood, and apparently I’m a freak for cedar. Reverie to be sure. I wish that I was doing a live, Katie Puckrik style video review, because I keep saying, “WOW!”, and it feels hilarious. Definitely an incense-y, outdoorsy (hello fir balm and frankincense!) streak here, which in my head I’m labeling “masculine,” but to call this perfume masculine doesn’t seem right. Too plush, too velvety, too sensual for just the guys. There’s a little kittenish growl (galbanum?) that reminds me how sexy a woman looks in menswear. Reverie au jardin is sweet, but it doesn’t feel sweet. It’s a similar effect that I noticed with Traversée du Bosphore; in fact, Traversée du Bosphore and Reverie au jardin are kissing cousins—they aren’t smell alikes, but they embody a similar spirit.
The far dry-down does, however, smell blandly masculine—but it takes a heck of a long time to get there. Minimum 12-hour lasting power (on my skin), though with minimum sillage. Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Tauer!