Luminous Foxfire.
There is a lucid beauty to Folie Bleue: no haze, no brume, no stormy weather. It is a blue sky and the dewy softness of violet: both flower and leaf. The bergamot and cardamom begins this spell, legible and with a pétillant quality, leading into the heart which manages to take violet to a place where its unfettered and verdant, with just the right dose of ozone to aerate the accord. This is a flash of cool brilliance among the tranquility, to render the sensation atmospheric in such a careful manner. A sheer iris and measured, somewhat damp cedar only slightly recalls that of SL Bois de Violette, yet here, it feels more luminous, like foxfire at twilight. This is one of those fragrances where there is space in between the passages, the olfactory equivalent to listening to the music of Harold Budd—chords are simple, but arresting, and time slows down as I wear it. The sillage is tender yet ravishing all at once. It's absolutely dazzling.
