Jardins Ottomans by Gobin Daudé, 2002

When I was 5, I came down with severe life-threatening pneumonia & I had to spend a couple of weeks in an oxygen tent. My Grandmother had to slather Vick's vapo-rub all over me so I could breathe easier. The Vick's was so menthol that it took your breath away, yet at the same time opening your lungs. Smelling Jardins Ottomans gives me the exact same feeling as that Vick opening up my lungs. It is pure Vick's upon my skin. Makes me sentimental, but I do not want to smell like Vicks.

Jardins Ottomans reminds me of Voleur de Roses with its earthy "garden after rain" patchouli note, but whereas VdR is a garden with rose bushes and plum trees, JO is one with lemon and orange trees!