The very essence of aggressively aldehyde-heavy, nuclear, fake, harshly artificial aromachemical femininity of the 1950s.It doesn't smell like anything natural - just "like perfume" - and perfume of the worst, most stereotypical sort.The name was chosen by the daughter of the perfumer.Since she had been involved into music she chose name “Arpege”, i.e. The original 1927 formula incredibly corresponded to its musical term - the notes of perfume play their theme alternately.Choking cloy cloud of noxious gases at first, then dying back to a merely anonymous and metallic sort-of-jasmine later.It's partly just because floral aldehydes are so precisely not my thing (hence I've never found a Chanel I could love), but this one's a notable stinker even in that class.In 1993, the perfume was reconstructed and that was a successful work.
Arpege was created by Paul Vacher and Andre Fraysse. OR, to be more period-appropriate, "no thank you, dearest".My sister did the other day and I told her a little about Arpege...although that perfume was formulated before even my grandmother was born.Funny how scents like Arpege lead me to think of what perfume really should be, not some of those floral cocktail messes I smell.I think people from older era had a better taste on perfume. I can't believe the quality for how cheap this can be acquired..a classy, mature scent. Multifaceted like a diamond, this fragrance shimmers with many layers.Powdery, sweet, soapy, a little bitter, a bit musty but in an intriguing way, like a dirty version of Chanel No 5.