Feerie opens with a strong, sweet fruit reminiscent of Swedish Fish candy, and laid atop a spicy vetiver reminds me very much of Lagerfeld's Sun Moon Stars. The difference is S-M-S plays more with the smoky incense heart, while Feerie goes for floral. Toning down to semi-sweet for the remainder, this scent develops a watery sheen which adds some needed dimension. Overall the scent can not match the bottle for quality but is nonetheless quite good and would make for a great recommendation for anyone looking to upgrade from the Victoria's Secret line of fragrances.
11th December, 2015 (last edited: 11th February, 2017)
The fruity/floral/citrus combination than opens the top notes is a winner: green-floral in the undertone, with superimposed tangerine and a raspberry-blackcurrant aroma, it is a classic, 1950s or 1960-style richness that greets me. Then a delightful rose appears in the drydown, rich, medium between bright and dark, like a blue sky with occasiaonal streaks of cirrus clouds, well-balanced and of high quality.
The base e remains intriguing, with a sweetish hint of tonka interwoven with a light iris component, and hints of bergamot and vetiver shining though, a tempered sweetness, discrete and elegantly fading out towards the end.
On my skin the sillage is moderate, the projection excellent, and the longevity a splendid eleven hours. It is of wonderful denseness, classic in brilliant blending, well-structured and made of top-quality ingredients. V C&A at its modern best. 3.75/5
First Everything About FEERIE is Explanatory of the Intense dazzle and Fascination of a Precious Bottle at Everybody Eyes but In my opinion it is Little misleading Because This kind of Bottle must Have a Unique and Particular Scent whereas This Scent is Familiar and not Unique Although is an Beautiful and Nice Scent.
It is never overbearing or Heavy. Expensive,Soft,Subtle,Sweet,Modern, Luxurious and Elegant Evening Fragrance. It has a Feminine Fresh smell that makes People Curious.Violet in the Top notes is Dominant.The heart BY Jasmine and Rose are Romantic but not Attractive.The base is Woody and Light Too.
Totally Ferrie is a Mildly Seductive scent that keeps you Feeling Feminine and Romantic. Spring Days are More Lovely with This Scent.It is Suitable for Evening Out to Dinner and To an Opera afterwards. Ideal for a Rich Lady.
Longevity?Above Average on my skin.
Romantic and sensual<p>Really classy (uncompromisingly feminine) V&A with its musky, bit aqueous, indolent and carnal rose/violet combo (which is juicy or better citrusy -mandarine/lemon- in a bit intense but finally balmy way), plus the soothing and vaguely laundry/soapy elegance from amber (a minimal touch) and iris. The fruity vibe is afforded in the blend by a "white/yellow and tasty" blackcurrant well linked with the soapy/floral dominant musk. I detect a touch of mystery and a sophisticated atmosphere diffused around by this aroma (i smell also something "Victorian" in the blend despite its undeniable modernity). The first blast is soon orangy (by mandarine dominated), green and humid by a botanic and sour violet. In the central stage the bulgarian rose takes the scene with its inebriating "fairy tale" aroma while, going on till the end, some soothing balsams tend to emerge together with a powdery/musky iris, a touch of woods and the balancing note of vetiver so elegant and noble. The musky aroma is finally rosey in a sort of hesperidic (sour mandarine and a touch of bergamot), fruity (blackcurrant with its finally soapy fruitiness) and "violet influenced" type of way. Because of the finally soapy citrus/violet/musk accord i detect olfactory traits of fragrances as Daisy Jacobs, Sensuous Noir Estee Lauder and Black XS for her although Feerie is probably softer, brighter and more fruity and delicate. Extremely sexy, intimate, romantic and sophisticated for a fair young woman fearless to show its appeal to the world.<p>Pros: Soapy/floral
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28th August, 2013 (last edited: 22nd December, 2013)
Who among us can forget Violet Beauregarde, the chubby American girl in the twentieth-century film Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? Whenever Violet was not in the process of eating something, she satisfied her oral fixation by chomping loudly on gum, not at all unlike a cow with its cud. She acquired a winning ticket in the Willy Wonka contest and so was admitted to the chocolate factory, along with Charlie, the nemesis of all of the other contestants. Violet was accompanied to the factory by her loud, aggressive father, Sam Beauregarde, who was apparently either a politician or (vel) a used car salesman. Charlie, in this nouveau-Dickensian little tale, just happened to be situated at the extreme tip of the other side of the poverty line, far away from all of the other winners, and it was nothing short of miraculous that he happened by chance upon one of the winning tickets.
In the end, karma dictated that all of the naughty and/or vicious little children should be punished, including Violet, whose tragic Fall was occasioned by her brazen disobedience of a direct order not to chew a piece of experimental gum. Violet blew up like a gigantic blueberry not only for her aesthetic crime of chomping constantly on gum but also for her cut-throat competitiveness, which really did her in, in precisely the manner in which one might expect karma to work: like a knife (or a bolt, see below...) in the back. She came dangerously close to exploding before being rolled down the hall to the juicing room by the oompa loompas for triage. Although Violet was spared the death penalty, she was summarily stripped of the right to romp about the grounds of the chocolate factory as a direct result of this self-induced medical emergency.
Perhaps you, dear reader, did not remember Violet Beauregarde, but I am fairly confident that the makers of Van Cleef & Arpels FEERIE did, for it is clear that she provided the deep inspiration for this creation. From the über-cloying black currant syrup sprinkled with violet leaves to the trucker tire-flap icon reproduced in miniature statuette form and applied to the ice-pick-like cap, FEERIE embodies the essence of Violet Beauregarde aesthetic.
I can state without hyperbole that this is the sweetest ostensibly serious perfume I've ever sniffed. Although I've been known to bitch and moan about dilution, this composition has basically the opposite problem, being so thick and glucose-rich that it could easily be mistaken for one of those fruit syrups that come in bulbous bottles with sliding pour mechanisms—the ones arrayed in a lazy susan of sorts in booth tables at fine eateries such as the International House of Pancakes, no doubt frequented by the Beauregarde family. Rather than a fruity floral, I'd say FEERIE is a true fruity-fruity perfume, because the syrupy black currant note is so dominant and so persistent and so thick and so, well, black curranty, that it is precisely like Violet Beauregarde in its extreme egotism, excluding all else as it screams out “Me! Me! Me! ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Although FEERIE might mix well with a rose soliflore, as a stand-alone perfume, it pretty much deserves the karmic fate eventually suffered by Violet Beauregarde, fittingly enough. Even the bottle is bright blueberry blue, and although the edges are faceted, from a distance, it evokes in this viewer's mind memories of one and one thing alone: Violet Beauregarde as her girth continues to expand to its ultimate bursting point while her face turns progressively more blue.
Now for the intricate embellishments, the carefully thought-out "finishing touches" upon the vessel in which this fruit syrup is housed. Once again, as with ORIENS, Van Cleef & Arpels has come up with a beautiful bottle totally degraded by its over-the-top cap! I'm beginning to suspect, actually, that those working in the art department of this house have a secret wager going: who can get away with the kitschiest cap on a perfume successfully launched before being served their walking papers? To my amazement, FEERIE actually manages to defeat (and that is no mean feat, by any means!) ORIENS, indisputably winning the top honors in the “most ridiculous cap ever” category! How in the world did the artist get away with this? Every American inhabiting the broad underbelly of this land—including the Beauregarde family—knows the naked lady on the tire flaps of semi-trucks: this image is virtually ubiquitous to anyone who drives cross country on freeways. There she sits amidst only her curves, beckoning YOU, her leg suggestively bent, a bust thrust directed your way.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, you must be a city dweller—or else a for'ner. The next time that you embark on a road trip in this not-so-fair land, I exhort you to take a few moments, pull into a truck stop, and examine the tire flaps on the semis parked there. Yes, *that very image*, the Platonic Form of the “Curvy Naked Lady Looking to Sleep with You” has been fashioned into a tiny silver three-dimensional facsimile which has been nailed (literally—there's a visible bolt in her back!)—as to a crucifix—to the ice pick atop the FEERIE bottle! (The ice pick itself is perfect, by the way, for pricking swollen blueberries...) Amazing! Truly an accomplishment of sorts. I stand humbled before the person who pulled this job off. Bravo!
08th September, 2011 (last edited: 09th September, 2011)