I kind of can't believe Soir de Lune took sixteen years (as I was told) to create. It's essentially a mixture of Eau du Soir and Eau de Campagne, lighter and greener but still a classic chypre with big white notes. (It could be called "Eau du Matin" as the lighter daytime equivalent to Eau du Soir.) And, like Eau du Soir, it's very beautiful and refined, but it's also rather hard and cold. It lacks that certain something that inspires passion.
I think the Sisley scents are like perfect textbook renditions of classic chypres. They're almost as if a computer made them, they're so unbelievably balanced and tightly constructed. But it's really the eccentricities of scents like Rive Gauche, Femme, No. 19, and Ivoire that make them so compelling. The prim perfection of the Sisley fragrances leaves me cold. I respect them, but that's about as excited as I can get.
And the bottle is... not good. The shape, the "handwritten" lettering, and the cheesy cherub's head cap led me to think, across the store, a new Lulu Guinness scent was debuting. The flacon clashes with the proper and stiff scent within.