Good evening, everyone.
Wow. There is more to tuberose than Fracas and Uncle Serge's over-the-top Tubereuse Criminelle. Enter HDP.
As Perfumed Lady noted, I did give Virginale a mention in Synchronized Fridays. Wearing it again tonight on my left forearm, also having a second wear of Capricieuese on L inner arm and Animale on R inner arm. At arm's length, the meld is intoxiating, with Virginale giving wat to her more forthright experienced sisters.
So, Virginale: green, as in inexperienced, unspoiled, yet to be despoiled, and green as in the green parts of plants, stems and leaves. This strikes me as tuberose without her frequent chaperones, gardenia and jasmine. I don't get the full out camphorous smell of Luten's Tubereuse Criminelle, though I do get just enough of a cool rush at the beginning to temper the sweetness that follows, further tempered by stem and leafy greenness. I have never smelld an actual tuberose blossom—I have both gardenia and jasmine—and I wonder if this comes close to the smell of the blossom. As it dries down, a little inky rubber slips through, Overall, this is an innocent but notuncomplcated floral.
Capricieuse: I don't catch caprice, unless one considers its etymological relative, the goat, for this has a certain gaminess to it. I find it more animalic than Animale in fact. First impression is plastic doll head all right. Later, leather, saddle leather, a saddle that has been sat upon, maybe by Lady Godiva(oh, naughty me!). It is nearly that naughty, but—and here is the caprice—for all its bodily unwashed underwear suggestion, it has just enough artifice to suggest the winking eye of a Fragonard damsel. A tease, but an up-close tease. This is a skin scent I could get used to.
Animale hit me right off the bat with ineffable nostalgia, which is to say it took me back to being a little kid, and my mom's dresser tray. After a little thought and daubing some vintage Fabergé Flambeau, I connected it to whatever that distinctive 1960s and 70s Fabergé accord contained, cinnamon amongst other things. Tuberose, pipe tobacco and cinnamon, comforting domesticated sensuality. When I hold up both inner arms and inhale Animale and Capricieuse together, I am somehow reminded of vintage Miss Dior. I did a quick sniff of Miss D, and feel that cumin and tuberose are the unifying elements.
Taken together, I understand tuberose anew. I have had trouble distinguishing it from gardenia in the past, and now feel I can identify tuberose by its contradictory nature, cool and warm, buttery and astringent, too much and elusive all at once.
Do I pass this on? Virginale is spent (I should probably rephrase that!), there is a generous amount of the other two.
Thank you for this wonderful sample pass!
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Update: I wrote my impressions before reading others'; just want to add that, yes, there is iris in Capricieuse. I wore Iris Ganache this morning in memory of my dad on the one year anniversary of his passing, and they are very similar irises, earthy and close to the skin.