What I like best about La Chasse Aux Papillons is that it smells like a breeze wafting off some perfect spring garden. I know that so many perfumes claim this that it's a bit of a tired cliche, but of the hundreds that do, only a select few actually pull it off, and I think Chasse is the best of those few.
It's one of those perfumes that smells quite simple (mostly jasmine and orange blossom with some sort of orange-smelling resin underneath giving just a slight shot of piquancy), and as such tends to fly under the radar, but I'm convinced that this is one of the world's great perfumes. Just spritz on a little, and marvel as you spend the whole day wondering what nearby flower is making that amazing smell, and then realizing it's you!
Does no one else get the huge blast of Anise upon first spraying? I was prepared to hate this as I am not a big fan of modern White Florals with their metallic, chemical Muguet notes. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find just how much I enjoyed this. It is complex and changing; sometimes Muguet, sometimes Tea, always interesting. One of the few "fresh" fragrances I like.
Surprised that so many mention Tuberose; that I didn't get.
A bright, uplifting white flower bouquet, including jasmine, orange flower, and some very light, sweet rose. In other words, completely true to its name.
This is the same genre as Creed’s Fleurissimo and Fantasia des Fleurs, though not nearly so fresh, and with a certain peppery edge that those two older scents lack. Pretty, wearable, but not something I find terribly exciting.
Light pleasant inoffensive summer white summer floral with jasmine and a touch of tuberose that is quite boring in spite of it's pleasantness. I get minimal silage and projection with just over two hours of longevity.
Were I more generously inclined towards white florals, I’d praise this for its light touch, with an opening tuberose that goes against its nature by politely demurring to swat the wearer on the head, the dancing interplay of calorie-controlled jasmine and orange blossom, a whisper of linden. But the sum of it all is a bit ho-hum and of the laundry room once it has settled. And as for chasing butterflies – after a few hours, there is that inevitable frustration: ‘Where did it go?’