Description
“A rebellious, indomitable, challenging and colorful movement. Fauvism is a hymn to life, joy and above all, pleasure. The « Happiness ofLife » painting by Matisse has inspired couleur fauve. Nude, lascivious women open to the pleasure of love, a flute player, dancers carried away in a bacchanalian circle. The colours are pure, as distinct as the fragrance notes making up couleur fauve: gold, orange, red, all conveying a palpable sense of the vibration of life and a state of bliss. With amber and cistus labdanum, this is a perfume evocative of carnal, sensual and animal pleasure” — press release of the brand. Couleur Fauve was launched in 2017. The nose behind this fragrance is Cecile Zarokian.
SPMorugin – :
If you want to smell like the strumpet that jumps out of oversized cake at bachelor parties, this is definitely the fragrance for you. In cold weather this smells less like a gateau shaped like boobies and more like the invite-only sophisticated swingers party I think it was intended to. Don’t get me wrong, this is a magnificent fragrance and I keep compelling my nose back to my wrist and vise versa, but this sexuality is less coquettish and unspoken and more about squeezing artificially inflated boobs into an opaque tshirt and turning on a hose. I do love it, in the way I also love squirty cream and processed cheese – a guilty pleasure. Why does this perfume keep making me think of boobs?!
jyu738speagoessenda – :
What made me take leave of my senses and spend two hundred and fifty dollars on having this sent over from Europe? Do I have buyers remorse? I think I’m only remorseful that it cost so much money, if it was 100 bucks I wouldn’t feel so guilty, I would just enjoy it for what I tis – a glorious perfume, a bacchanal of amber and filth. On freshly scrubbed shower fresh skin this is personable, sweet, sexual, beguiling, bewitching, tantalizing… applied to day old skin it smells very dirty and not nice. The main theme, which doesn’t seem to change much from top to bottom, is a sweet amber, underneath which swirl caramel nymphs and vanilla lotharios. The sweetness masking something truly pornographic is like watching a very loud blue movie with the sound turned down, or listening to one with the screen off – you know something scandalous is going on but you’re only getting half the picture, so your mind is trying to both fill in the gaps and look the other way. This is a polarising musk in that if someone finds you already attractive this will tip them over the edge, but if someone finds you overbearing and that you already take up too much space then they will like you even less wearing this. I feel that if this were priced similarly to the other fragrances in the range it would be better received, at the price it is I feel it deserves marks deducted, not because there is anything wrong with it, but because I would like more surprises for that price tag. It is so sweet, not gourmand like you want to eat it but sexy like you want to lick it, like lips sweet from kissing or a tongue with white chocolate still on it. I personally like the very dark and regal bass-tone fragrances that sweep you off your feet with their resonant grandeur, rather than higher-pitched compositions… this isn’t a soprano but it isn’t a bass neither, I suppose it is a buxom alto, squat curves and a feisty ravenous appetite, or maybe a heldentenor with a surprising insatiability. No, its the choreographer – lithe and flexy, beads of sweat forming and evaporating throughout the day, cashmere sweater moist from breath, movement, touching other dancers’ bodies. This is the scent not of a fawn itself but as someone dressed as a fawn for a masque, after which the evening will really begin, chasing around the labrynth, discvovering the pleasures of a new mate… Absolutely stunning fragrance for someone who feels so ripe they might just fall right off the vine at any moment. This is *beautiful* in cold weather, not so much so in hot.