N`Aimez Que Moi Caron for women

I bought it because I love the story behind this fragrance, but until now I still didn't find the right occasion to wear It!!!Anyway I think this is one of the masterpieces everybody should have in their perfume collection!

Just received a sample of this and my goodness it is lovely.

I get a very creamy (even a little chocolatey) orange, but not sticky, just silky and delicious.

Quite gorgeous and straight to the top of my list!

( Pure Parfum Review )

I like N'aimez que moi, but the initials notes still have some of that strong metallic rose feeling that reminds me of Or et noir. Hopplessly N'aimez que moi drydown is more powdery and sweet and less metallic.

It's very longlasting and intense.

I find this scent deep, intellectual, and stunning once it's past the scary opening. I often think of fragrances as a swimming pool and when I spray them on, I am diving into the pool. Some perfumes ought to have a 'No Diving' sign, but not this one! You can dive in without hitting your head on the bottom.

I bought this perfume last year in Nice.
Oh my goodness !!!! A masterpiece !!!
This was my grandmother's perfume. So many memories......

Truly love this perfume, which, along with Paris (YSL) and Parfum Sacre (also Caron) is one I wear frequently. I consider this group to be my "signature scents". This one opens with a rosy, violet, candied, powdery blast, but then quickly settles into a dark rose chypre. The rose isn't obvious, just a subtle, pulsing counterpoint to the woods and dark greens of the chypre. I find this fragrance superbly calming and serene, comforting in the way a walk in a deep forest beset with flowering Tudor roses would be. I wear the EdP and find it long-lasting - about 3-4 hours on me. Would love to track down its extrait version, along with Parfum Sacre extrait. One I would never want to be without.

(Parfum review)
A few miles down the road from me is the (in)famous Winchester House, built by the unfathomably wealthy widow of the Winchester fortune. If you don’t know the story, Sarah Winchester lost her husband and infant daughter at a relatively young age, and spent the rest of her life in a depressive state, haunted by the spirits of all who met their fate by a Winchester rifle.

She believed if she ever stopped building her mansion, she would die, and today the house stands as a testament to her state of mind. Staircases lead nowhere, walls are left unfinished, and after the 1906 earthquake an entire wing was made off limits as proof that the spirits were out to punish her.

The one shining exception to this shrine to insanity is Sarah’s bedroom. As you climb an uneven set of 3 inch stairs (she suffered from arthritis later in life), you stumble into a room where you are hit by a blast of opulence. Deep, red velvet tapestries cover the windows, chairs and sitting couches. Her four poster bed and cabinets are made of dark, well polished wood. The floor is made of intricately weaved overlay, and the marble fireplace is stunningly ornate.

If you tour this house may I suggest wearing N’aimez que moi. It is THE scent for this landmark, as it opens as a moth-ridden, mess of a fragrance that appears to go nowhere. But then… it turns the corner and bursts forth with an incredibly rich rose and violet accord. It’s as if you were channeling Sarah herself, who at one point was one of the wealthiest persons in America. I love this complex scent; it is mysterious, grand, and utterly original.

I, too, am delighted to see this one finally added to the database.

To me this starts out as an intense rose paired with a dark, deep violet; then the violet becomes more prominent, and it is a powdery purple one, soaring, as Kterhark said, not the (overly) sweet candied type found in Aimez - Moi, for example. The transition reminds me of a kiss fading into memory. The base feels woody, mossy and dark to me.

The whole experience evokes a dreamscape with echoes of some lost time, where fairy-like creatures roam, with big eyes and strong desires trapped within thier fragile bodies. And for some reason someone is playing Chopin in the background.