Crazylibellule and the Poppies: Apres-midi en douce (Le Baton)

Opening of fresh jasmine pearl tea, honeyed and sweet. At first got my hopes up for a jasmine without the overwhelming sultriness of Serge Lutens' A la nuit, but the jasmine soon faded to leave me instead with images of young girls riding horses in dewy pastures, with wreaths of pink flowers and baby's breath. Pleasant for a 12-year-old girl. It then morphed into the smell of Teenage Softies and the word "Modess," the scent of a becoming-a-young-miss menstruation guide. Bat your eyelashes and pink marshmallow hearts. Five minutes later the jasmine shyly returned, richer, but still gawky and impulsive - laciness under a school skirt and flushed cheeks. Shampooed hair. A surprise kisser.