Vanille

Osmanthus crashes into bergamot with its peculiar apricot-suede quality, creating an unexpectedly fruity-leathery introduction before the vanilla brigade arrives. The initial spray is brighter and less gourmand than anticipated, with the citrus holding its ground for a few precious minutes whilst heliotrope begins its powdery whisper underneath.

Here's where Pellegrin's vanilla trinity truly blooms—Bourbon's caramelised richness, Tahitian's creamy exoticism, and that Ugandan absolute's dark, almost smoky depth create a multi-dimensional sweetness that shifts with each inhale. Praline introduces a toasted nuttiness whilst jasmine and heliotrope weave an almond-powder softness through the composition, preventing total saccharine surrender as patchouli's earthy undertone begins asserting itself.

The fragrance settles into a skin-close embrace of benzoin's vanilla-adjacent warmth, tonka's hay-like sweetness, and that persistent patchouli earthiness that grounds everything. White musk adds a clean, almost soapy intimacy whilst vanilla absolute remains detectably present—slightly caramelised, genuinely comforting, and far more restrained than the opening suggested it might become.