Eau Parfumee au The Bleu by Bvlgari

Tea Blue: Starts with a soft opening of lavender and shiso. Then, the tea and violets blend in, settling into a velvety iris that turns earthy over time. It lasts about 7 hours with 4-5 hours of projection. It’s aromatic, clean, and has that wet tea note that reminds me of an old tea bag. Yes, it’s pricey, but worth it for the performance and that unique green scent. Totally recommended.

I have 20ml from a group buy. I’d never tried blue tea before, nor did I know it existed until this perfume… Upon first sniff, it was a bath of nostalgia, transporting me to childhood scents, familiar but impossible to define. I suppose it’s the violet and lavender tones, because back home we used old-school violet talcs and colognes, and lavender has always been a classic. In subsequent tests, I noticed more iris and recognized the shiso (a mint that smells more powdery than sharp to my nose, and it’s in Nuit Étoilée, which I adore). It’s a tranquil perfume that combines subtle herbal and warm notes with that incredible vibrancy of the iris, hard to explain. Its ethereal or ambient presence demonstrates impressive mastery without ever losing substance. This discovery has brought me so much joy!

I overlooked it because I thought it was lavender, a note that sometimes feels synthetic and loud to me. But it turns out to be violet, flowers I adore. The lavender is there but natural and delicate. I fell in love with it for real, like the honeymoon phase of a relationship; I want to wear it all the time and have put my favorite perfumes aside. It has an intense opening, bitter like fresh grass and wet earth (reminds me of mate at first), then the bright shiso rises. Natural violets appear over a bed of iris and soapy musk. It’s unisex, sober, and elegant. I use it for formal events, work, or leisure, and even to sleep. I don’t see it as seductive, but it smells clean without being masculine, and I love it. Lasts 4-5 hours with an intimate but noticeable sillage. A delight I snagged on sale.

For me, it’s an evocative dream: walking at night through a field of purple flowers and lavender, a fresh rain begins that heightens the scent of powdered flowers and green herbs. It becomes an aromatic and fresh night.

It’s an infusion of violets and iris with a velvety, fresh dry-down. It resembles its Prada sister, but as if it had lived in a countryside setting, tending its garden with hands in the dirt and happy cheeks, while always maintaining the cleanliness of the house. It’s a delight that refreshes, addictive, and mandatory on hot or oppressive days.