Fragrance Reviews by sands1974

Actually a very very good perfume. I had mistaken it for something ordinary, but as with most perfumes, if you give them enough time they will show you something special :)
The notes were detailed, along with the perfume's story of creation, on www.fabulousfragrances.com. This is Jan Moran, the perfume author's, first creation. My palette is limited, but I can sense a flowery bouquet over a sort of vetiver and musk, a powdery feel.
Michael Edwards classifies this as a Floral Oriental, and the spices are faint but apparent.
Glorious, elegant, refined, ladylike/feminine,
a true gem to own, and the bottle is my mind's take on Beverly Hills Chic, which is Cool.

tropical blossoms, what smells like the glassiness of aldehydes, curling straight up into my nose's "yellow spot" and bringing me to faraway places, sandy beaches with cool clear azure water, mmmmm my first perfume from the roaring sixties and a meaty muscled stunner at that. has just that hint of the conservative fifties that boosts what i can only describe as a booming splash-up of notes that literally seem to spring from the base. josephine catapano is the perfumer that supported sophia grojsman in her early years, and somehow i can imagine that the woman who created fidji could inspire and nurture the woman who would later create tresor.
michael edwards' perfume legends describes the notes composing this sixties wonder this way:
top notes, galbanum and ylang-ylang, heart notes, bulgarian rose, clove (carnation), jasmine, tuberose, iris and spices, base notes, ambergris, balsam, musk, patchouli, and sandalwood (oh how sixties!). The top notes were revolutionary, in true sixties style, leafy-green galbanum and ylang-ylang combine to produce the effect of "the airy beauty of breezes in flowers"...A South Seas Island indeed: for about 35 dollars/30 euros I have been given a holiday the likes of which I am probably only going to be in state to enjoy in 20 years or so, and in this regard this little semi-ignored gem is prescient for me, and bringing me just a little bit of languid paradise in the last cold days of Dutch winter...