Lancôme
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The first spray unleashes a tidal wave of ripe stone fruit—peach and nectarine so juicy they almost feel sticky, sweetened further by pear nectar and given the faintest prickle from pink pepper. Bergamot flickers briefly at the edges, trying and failing to cut through the fruit compote. This is unashamedly loud and sweet, the olfactory equivalent of biting into a perfectly ripe peach.
As the fruit recedes, Taif rose takes centre stage, its honeyed character melting into creamy jasmine that smells almost like petals floating in sweetened milk. Violet adds a powdery, slightly candied dimension that softens everything further. The florals never feel distinct or photorealistic—they blend into a singular, sweetened bouquet that remains resolutely pretty and safe.
What remains is clean musk and a whisper of Virginia cedar that provides just enough woody dryness to prevent complete confectionery sweetness. The rose becomes a ghost of itself, powdery and faint, clinging close to the skin. It's polite to the point of near-disappearance—pleasant, inoffensive, and thoroughly domesticated.
Trésor in Love is a fruit-soaked rose that practically glistens on the skin. Dominique Ropion has crafted something unabashedly sweet here—peach and nectarine dominate the opening with a juicy intensity that borders on syrupy, their fuzzy, lactonic quality amplified by the soft flesh of pear. The bergamot attempts to provide citrus brightness, but it's quickly overwhelmed by stone fruit exuberance, while pink pepper adds a gentle fizz rather than genuine heat. Once the fruit begins to settle, the florals emerge—Taif rose, honeyed and slightly spiced, woven through with creamy jasmine and a violet accord that leans more candied than green. This is rose viewed through a gauzy, sweetened filter, never sharp or photorealistic. The base is where things soften into polite conformity: a clean musk mingles with Virginia cedar that provides subtle dryness without ever challenging the sweetness. It's the sort of fragrance worn by someone who wants to smell pretty without making bold statements—perhaps ideal for younger wearers exploring grown-up florals, or anyone seeking a fruit-floral hybrid that won't intimidate the office. The 3.4 rating tells its own story: this is pleasant, wearable, and ultimately forgettable. Not groundbreaking, but competently composed—a commercial crowd-pleaser that trades distinctiveness for accessibility. Ropion was clearly tasked with creating something soft and likeable, and he delivered exactly that.
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3.6/5 (109)