Reviews of L'Ombre dans L'Eau (1983)
by Diptyque

It starts with a very green, very sharp opening, it almost hurts it is that sharp. As you rush to get the supplies to wash it off it mellows a little and the green becomes a nice wet and damp smell and the rose comes out more. It's a very floral perfume with mostly rose that tingles, combined with the wetness and damp greens it smells beautiful but it is a tragic beauty that cries a lot.

Not for me.

Quite a surprising opening. I’m more shocked than impressed, because I really don’t know what to make of this scent. It smells quite…I don’t know…quite pink-purple—sort of a weird fruity-rose bubblegum. I don’t find it impressive—I find it over the top. It is rose with green but the accord smells unaccountably sweet to me—sweet and pink-purple. I do get the odor of black current leaves—there is that acidy sharpness such as emanates from berry leaves. I enjoy that green smell, but the combination with the rose just doesn’t do it for me. The fragrance is linear, as Diptyques tend to be, and it has wonderful sillage and longevity. I don’t exactly like it, but I don’t dislike it, either—I simply don’t find L’Ombre dans L’Eau that endearing, but then, I never have been much of a fan of rose fragrances.

first its like shock for rose, green, nature. Then it gets better. Allso like other Diptyque scents, not so parfymlike.
Light scent.

The Baron de Charlus once told me: 'On one occasion, I dreamed that I was drifting in a canoe with Marie Antoinette down a stream near the Palace of Versailles. She held aloft a bottle of Diptyque's L'Ombre Dans L'Eau, all the while singing raucously out of tune, her silhouette shadowed in the water, surrounded on both banks by greenery and roses.
"Ah, a nice ironic metaphor, Your Majesty," I remarked. "For, like your singing, Diptyque's L'Ombre Dans L'Eau provides us with a decidedly out of tune rendition of roses on the riverbank. Whilst I would not go so far as to agree with that poet who asserted that vegetation always bored him, I find this certainly to be the case with L'Ombre Dans L'Eau. A crude and tedious production, do you not agree?"
"Rum and vinegar!" chanted the Queen, "Rum and vinegar for me!" "No, you imperial twerp," I assured her, "rum and vinegar are nowhere in evidence here. Humdrum roses and banal greenery. Do try to get it right!"'