It’s been hard to pry my nose away from my latest infatuation, Miller Harris Fleur Oriental. Fleur Oriental embraces the oriental formula, which is a sensual tango of amber with ever-shifting partners that include vanilla and musk.
This one is vintage with quotation marks -- Shalimar with a face-lift. Perfumer Lyn Harris has created a “night at the opera” fragrance which transitions admirably to one’s private “naughty ballerina” moments. Sweet orange blossom, almondy heliotrope and spicy carnation are the beauties dancing with beastly amber and incense accords, and the whole production stays bewitchingly lilting -- never heavy.
Some feel that Fleur Oriental is too dramatic -- or vampy -- for daytime wear, but I have no shame. I’ve even worn it (in teensy, Ayurvedic doses) to yoga class. (Note that I’m the kind who insists on reapplying lipgloss in the middle of a wilderness hike.)
My preferred poison is Fleur Oriental in the pure parfum, which smells incredibly soft and rich. The bottle stopper is a cube of beveled glass that makes me feel like 1930s movie star as I use it to anoint myself in secret places.