Perfumes Similar to Yves Rocher My Vanilla Garden

As the blare of a jazz band fills the room, sensual wafts of rose and tonka bean arise from the flushed skin of couples on the dance floor. Invigorating sage intertwines with the percussive patterns of the dancers. This dazzling night doesn’t last forever, but it leaves behind a musky memory that makes you want to do it all over again.

Almaz, the Arabic word for diamonds, are renowned not only for their beauty, but also for their timelessness as they withstand millions of years of immense pressure in their formation. This EdP references the indestructible nature of diamonds with a powerful blackcurrant-led bouquet. Juiciness is enhanced with raspberry, while powdery heliotrope and musk add padding to the cushiony feel. The ambered base, redolent with vanilla and brown sugar, offsets blackcurrant’s tartness.
 
The jewelled bottle incorporates a poem composed by Elen Jeres Ayoub, portrayed in Eastern Kufic calligraphy. The words have been meticulously placed so that the vertical lines create eight zones on the bottle, representing the lunar phases in each lunar calendar month to represent the passage of time.

The seasons and their times
And pressures and their effects,
Bear Diamonds as their fruit.
-Elen Jeres Ayoub

Madagasgar’s threatened forests are home to some of the most intoxicating plants in the world. Including vanilla. Which smells loads better than a lemur.

But we’re not talking about ice cream or a shot of vanilla goo in a skinny latte. No, this is naked vanilla packed with luxurious orchid warmth. Blended with the best Madagascar has to offer including ylang oil, vetiver,violet, musk, jasmine and cloves.

Think of this it as an ecosystem in a bottle; a hug from mother earth. You get the picture.

AER translates to air and is pronounced "air-r".

Cool coastal breeze in a bottle. This uplifting niche perfume offers an initial hit of cool aromatics, crisp and light on the skin. A slight wood-smokiness unfolds, dry and elegant, bringing you gently back down to earth.

The dance of atoms, of stars, of snowflakes, of attic dust. The fizzy carbonation of a cola drink. Cosmic breath captured in a perfume. Sparkling notes of sweet orange, mixed with liqueur, reminiscent of the warm, amber transparency of Cointreau. Altamura constantly evolves, transporting you to a nebula of incense expanding in the void, like an ascending cloud in space.

Within the grand halls of the Tang dynasty, a solitary dancer, Yuyi, steps into the light. Her grace feels almost celestial, a fragment of heaven quietly descended into the mortal world. One dance is enough to captivate an entire city. Celestial Robe traces her steps with this fougere, starting with the zesty opening movement: tart orange, lemon and rhubarb, with pine and grapefruit adding sharpness and clarity. Galbanum underscores the green aspects, as a bouquet of woods (cedarwood and guaiac wood) and plush musk and ambergris round off the choreography.

Perfumer: Fanming Meng

As the sun sinks over the dense tropical forest, civets emerge warily from the thickets. Under a carpet of narcotic flower blossoms, a smattering of coffee berries peppers the ground. The moist air is heavy with mossy aromas that penetrate every crevice, but the musky scent of the civets dominates; their marked territory daring one to enter at one’s own risk.

Civet pays homage to the age-old ingredient, civet, as well as chypre perfumes of bygone days – perfumes that refused to be intimidated by raw, alluring, animalistic musks. Civet is a moody and complex brew entwined in mystery. It opens with a spicy floral accord, threaded through with dark coffee tones. Slowly it prowls forward, unraveling base notes of leather, moss and vanilla that combines with distinctive civet musk to create a bewildering, sophisticated scent with the promise of a sultry nighttime rendezvous.

Perfumer: Shelley Waddington

With 92% natural origin ingredients, Figo shows up ready to celebrate the fig in the wild. This eau de cologne represents the sheer green “wheee!” of fresh fig, with its unique combo of milky sap and woody notes nestling among the aroma of leaves from this “Tree of Life”. Guaiacwood and amber round out the composition. Free of dyes and animal ingredients.

A beautifully bittersweet dance between honey and fresh lemon. A surprising herbal nuance undercuts the syrupiness of the honey, with undertones of rose and jasmine adding gentle cushioning. Sandalwood and musk lend subtle structure.

The name means “immortal saints”, and this eau de parfum is a timeless white floral that conjures sunshine and joy. Blood orange and Champagne fizz out of the top, swirling around lavish tuberose and heady jasmine grandiflorum. The holy trinity of Cashmeran, ISO E Super and ambroxan creates a base that clings to skin, fabric and memory. 

Perfumer: Maud Chabanis