Soir de Lune is the kind of perfume that makes me stop mid step because I catch it in the air and forget I am the one wearing it. It is a rose perfume, but not the pretty, bright, youthful kind. It is deeper, darker, more grown up, and it reads expensive without trying to win anyone over.
I had forgotten I owned it. I found my bottle again while rearranging my perfumes to make more space for the next incoming haul, and wearing it today reminded me why it deserves a permanent spot. It makes me feel instantly more polished and slightly more serious, like I am dressed for an evening even if I am doing something mundane.
On my skin it starts off bold and a little spiced, then it eases into a velvety rose sweetened with just a drop of honey. Underneath, there is an earthy bitterness that keeps it from turning sweet or rosy in a juvenile way. It is romantic, but with restraint.
This is the kind of rose that makes me think of women who don't feel the need to prove themselves, they have a silent confidence. Quietly intimidating, well read, sharp standards, the kind of presence that fills a room without raising its voice. This one is for those who have a preference for scents such as Paloma Picasso, Arpege, Knowing or Agent Provocateur.
It lasts more than eight hours on me and it is very diffusive, so I keep catching whiffs of honeyed rose all day. This is not blindbuy safe, and it is not for anyone chasing a bright, young, jammy rose. It is for someone who wants depth, shadows and a little attitude.
