Paris Deauville

The opening is intensely aromatic, with citrus and herbs blending into a sunny, summery composition that feels crisp yet exquisitely sweet at the same time. Although there is a certain resemblance to Paris–Biarritz, the latter feels more masculine and cologne-like, while Paris–Deauville leans more feminine. The floral background remains delicate, and the composition as a whole is green, aromatic, fresh, and gentle.

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.