Some of the descriptives I've found for Chantal Thomass include: seductive, enchanted, sensual, playful, sweet, delicious woody oriental type fragrance, quirky and irresistible, the essence of femininity, ultra-feminine floral, tempting, voluptuous, cheeky musky fragrance, passionate, enchanting, irresistible.
I would describe Chantal Thomass as a fruit explosion. Walls, floor, ceiling covered with fruit -- imagine a food fight, using fruit pie fillings and imagine the mess. To my nose, that's how Chantal Thomass starts off, a sweet-fruity mess. It also seems very chemical on "opening" and lots of alcohol -- not entirely unbooze-like, actually, with all of that fruit in the mix. Maybe it needs these chemicals to lift the heavy sweetness. It's a great relief when at last it becomes soft, warm, and powdery -- on my skin that's about an hour and a half to two hours after application; a long time to wait for the good part of it. But still there's the INTENSE sweetness to contend with -- the fruits and the heliotrope and all the extra notes heliotrope itself brings with it, not to mention the amber. This is the "good part" for me because I love heliotrope and amber anyway, but it just didn't need all those fruits. Did it?
I agree it's cheeky, quirky, and perhaps playful in terms of a fruity food fight. It doesn't impart anything remotely seductive or sensual, enchanting or passionate to me until deep drydown, and even then it's "iffy".
From Sephora: "This ultra-feminine floral, dresses the body like a piece of lingerie." Yes, I can see that. Unfortunately, for me, like a too-frilly, very uncomfortable, ill-fitting piece of lingerie -- too loose here, too tight there, itchy, scratchy, riding up in the wrong place at the wrong time (not sure there is a right time), so it's finally a relief to shuck the lingerie altogether. I will say, however, that if Chantal Thomass started off as it finally ends up, I would possibly (maybe) consider wearing it on occasion, if I had not a drop of anything else to wear. But seriously, as it is, I find Chantal Thomass too fancy, too fussy, too busy, too much.
Its composition seems to be (in no particular order): cranberry, blueberries, raspberry and raspberry leaves, love apple (tomato), heliotrope, red rose, black violet, orange blossom, muscs, sandalwood, amber, patchouli (and I think, but am not certain, kitchen sink and refrigerator).