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GUERLAIN Apres L'Ondee Eau de Toilette Spray (White Bee Bottle) 100ml


The embodiment of delicacy and sensibility, Apres L Ondee.

Perfume of a landscape.

A bouquet of powdery flowers whose odor evokes a stroll through the dewy underbrush.

Its misty pastel shades celebrate fine weather after the rain.

Discreet and unforgettable, it is a perfume of absolute romance.

Apres L'Ondee is presented in a spray bottle inspired by the original "Bee" bottle of Eau de Cologne Impériale.

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GUERLAIN Apres L'Ondee Eau de Toilette Spray (White Bee Bottle) 100ml is rated 4.6 out of 5 by 9.
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gorgeous violet This scent is a gorgeous, classic violet that conjures up the smell of little purple violets, wet from a summer downpour in a garden. The longevity and sillage are good for an EDT and the bottle is absolutely gorgeous.
Date published: 2018-12-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Apres L'Ondee This perfume is a great favourite as it really does remind me of the wonderful scents of spring blossoms, woods and flowers in the sun just after a shower of rain. It's an original, it's rare, and it turns heads.
Date published: 2015-12-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Apres L'Ondee: A Memory That Forgets All This small, modest bottle might be overlooked on a shelf or behind a glass screen; one can imagine it collecting dust alone in an attic, with nothing but memories and the enveloping shadows as its company. It is the quintessential essence of something on the edge of thought, a scent that does not demand respect, but earns it. Even the subtle title this fragrance has afforded seems too transparent in the face of the calm child under its wing; after the rain. Yet, there are no meadows in this bottle, there are no sweet reprises; this liquid is a humourless concoction that dispels one from the moment. Its sheer sincerity is at once overwhelming and underwhelming. This is a fragrance that swallows the wearer in its murky folds and teases them with notes of a decaying memory. This is no mere smell once rains have dispersed; this is the nostalgia of what one once did after those rains and no longer does. This is the photo of a friend, a child's painting, left in an attic without a window. The first spray is an intoxication, a current of ancient flowers, oh, violets singing sweetest in that chorus, roses their brief accompaniment and aniseed their quickly stumbling leader, but this first intoxication, this embroiling saturation of colour quickly drains to a pale greyscale, with humble hues littering the way as though afterthoughts. Even as one catches the almost sickly-quiet notes throughout the day, one is returned to that sense of intoxication, that drowning embrace of tender orange-blossoms as a ghost to the feast. Be under no disillusions, this perfume is not an afternoon following the sweetest of rains, there is no hand-holding or rolling through dew once the original indulgence has imploded; this is the scent of a memory. It is a painful, persistent reminder of what once was, and by the end of its cascade the bottle's contents may as well be a siphon of tears. Even as the last notes fade away, each subtle taste brings one back to that moment, that peppery splash of spray on skin, and each taste of that sweet decay is a reminder of the secret that lingers on the skin, of the romance with that delicate scent that has grown weaker but no less loved, and each reminder possesses a subtle potency and longing that only grows stronger in its frailty; this is not a delightful day following the deluge, this is not the walk through a citrus wood, with laughter a never fleeing guest - it is the memory of that day. There is a second spray. And a third. A fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. By now perhaps the week is over, or perhaps the seduction of that moment, that nectarous, timeless melancholy, that memory which sears the soul, is too drawing, or too dangerous. One might use this perfume sparingly or one might find themselves too weak to resist remembering that secret that hugs the skin, that never truly leaves even when longest forgotten. It is a sophisticated fragrance that, ultimately, will become so entwined with one's core that the sensual bouquet might prove a lifelong, entirely personal, secret, romance. As the bottle rests, seemingly alone, in the attic, without window or reprieve, we as dust might be lucky enough to fall around it.
Date published: 2014-11-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Guerlain Apres L'Ondee Eau de Toilette Many people on the Internet talk of Apres L'Ondee being a rain fragrance: to wear during such weather, to evoke a rainy garden feel, or both. I agree. Anise in the top notes begins the drizzle, slowing into a bitter and powdery facet which whispers of an oncoming thunderstorm. The downpour begins and the drenched violets release their scent, joined by iris and heliotrope in the basenotes. The floral accord mingles with a woody one, alluding to broken stems and branches for a true garden after the rain. It's a fragrance for a spring or summer day, especially for a cold one. Apres L'Ondee lasts about 5 hours and sits close to the skin without leaving a trail. Although the top notes are luminous, the fast-approaching drydown is antique. Its bitter note is nothing of the interesting melancholy character like it is in Mitsouko. Only the skeleton of the fragrance remains.
Date published: 2014-03-23
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