Piguet is one of my favorite houses. I love and wear Bandit, love and don't wear Fracas and am extremely happy that they are being honored by not being screwed with by the new owners of the house. I love and wear Cravache which I believe is a new creation.
Noodling around Neiman Marcus I saw Mademoiselle Piguet and had to try it. It's written of as something that a younger consumer would love, one who would possibly run screaming from the retro femme fatale-ness of Fracas or butch and haughty Bandit. It's a bright, sweet citrus opening joined by fluffy orange blossom and finally tonka.
Totally didn't work for me.
It's nice for the woman (or girl) for whom it's meant. It's light and sweet and rather fleeting. In the world of Piguet fragrances it's definitely the most accessible. If that world were a 1940's movie it would be the wholesome, sweater-wearing good girl that Mr. Cravache would end up with after the romantic buffeting by the twin sirens Fracas and Bandit, who likely absconded to Morocco with his fortune and his heart.
Mademoiselle Piguet is almost exquisitely forgettable.
$150 for 100ML, at Neiman Marcus where I asked for and received a sample.
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