Le Serpent Qui Danse would have been very useful in the middle ages and any time in history that suffered from poor hygiene and inadequate treatment of refuse and sewage. Louis the XIV could dab a bit of this on his hanky and never notice that he and his entire court rarely bathed. Almost as good as Jitterbug perfume.
I walk around all day, sniffing my wrists and noticing the soft scent on a silk scarf I wear around my neck. No foul smell coming from neighboring cubicles will taint my personal atmosphere, not with this stuff on. I don't find myself pulling apart the various notes mentally. They blend well enough for me that a whole other scent is created. As it fades in the evening while my daughter and I drift off to sleep, it's a softer more melancholy scent. I am as sure as I am of anything that one day she will be hit with some vivid recollection of our little candlelit bedroom brought to her by her olfactory nerve meeting up with a faded gardenia or while picking violets in the spring or opening a jar of vanilla beans...something will rush to her present from her deepest memories of preverbal childhood and she will feel a great sense of comfort and warmth. Maybe even shed a little tear.
This scent is at it's best when faded, though I do feel emboldened by it during the day. I can face a dull day better when my nose is well entertained.
