I guess I just can’t get on board with the fact that this is a Guerlain. With over a hundred years of heritage scent and of being the last word in Classics, it just surprises me that there are suddenly raspberries everywhere on the sober polished glass of the Guerlain counter.
La Petite Robe Noire Couture is a close relative of La Petitie Robe Noire EDT, though not so much the EDP which smells like vinyl on me. I have reviewed both elsewhere on my blog- just use the search box. My site hates it when I link to myself- it rejects narcissism.
Hmm. Where do I start? I shall start with the startling Raspberries, which I mistook for Cherries at first. I know there is a current thirst for all things sweet and berry like but I never thought Guerlain would be either affected or infected by the curse. The opening is like a less good version of Dior’s Hypnotic Poison. There are almonds somewhere, although not listed in the notes, and also there is jam. I am alarmed.
Breathe easy friends; it was just a loud opening number by a drunk. The second and third acts are a little more respectable. The Rose seems to race the Raspberries to the finish, but comes second: the dratted Raspberry won’t quit. However, luckily, the Patchouli, Vetiver and alleged Oakmoss calm everything down and make this rather pleasant. I say alleged, because it’s as if this scent was shown a picture of some Oakmoss and told to guess the rest. It’s not there, but maybe it is. Nope, it’s gone.
In a nutshell, this is a raspberry version of La Petite Robe Noire EDT. It’s pleasant and if you bought me a bottle I would probably use it without putting it straight onto eBay. If that sounds like I’m damning with faint praise, then it’s because I am.
If I had a Guerlain gift voucher, I can comfortably think of seven Guerlains that I would buy before I considered this. It’s almost impossible to believe that this is from the same house as Vol de Nuit and Chamade. I can’t really blame Guerlain for meeting the desires of modern consumers, and in meeting that requirement, they have done it well, especially in the expensive smelling base notes. It’s just that when I reach for Guerlain I want aged classics, dry as dust and rich as Croesus. I realise the market has different tastes these days, but sometimes, when it comes to scent, I want to be a stick in the mud. Incidentally, if you like this, try Miss Dior Cherie. It’s not a million miles away.