Do you know the movie "Broken Flowers", when a hurt and tired Bill Murray visits the grave of one of his old girlfriends death in accident? Well, Sienne L'Hiver conjures on me a similar feeling. A scent that forms a private instant with myself. I must say I'm fortunate, I don't smell vinegar or another sour smell. This is an introspective one. There is something vegetal, semi-sweet, like grass and mushrooms kissed by a delicate and slightly sugary snow. Earthy wet stones looking the sky. Frozen flowers. Autumn browned leaves falling in silence. An iris note. A cool and damp incense. The smell it's cold and distant, but there is a hint, a trace of humanity. A warm sentiment of melancholy, of love, although lost in memories. Dry and humid at the same time. A chilly winter, coloured with frosty whites, transparent smokes and blue-violet spirits. A masterpiece.
"...But the best perfume that I did so far is Sienne d'Hiver for Eau d'Italie. It is a story of Tuscany during winter. Its complex accords and harmonies are the apotheosis of sophistication. Its creation represented the perfect dialog between brand owners and a perfumer...." (Bertrand Duchaufour)