The scent of L'Origan by Coty smells yellow and warm to the melting point,
It is also chewy - delicious, strong - and soft.
You smell the color of corns on the cobs, sunflowers, golden rooms, and peaches.
The unforgettable-yet-forgotten sunshine side of L'Heure Bleue by Guerlain
It's like a solar Aztec stone wheel rolled on the gray and wet Paris cobblestones
Or again - it's like its perky morning-person side, looking ahead to the rest of the day...
L'Heure Bleue, later, was to become the blue-gray negative of L'Origan
In the cooler and younger perfume, blue, wistful flowers are waltzing - hesitant, languorous
in the warmer, older perfume, yellow, never triste flowers tap dance in the countryside fields
L'Origan poses with a perpetual sweet, triumphant smile of sheer happiness, half-hidden by peaches-and-cream satin curtains
It harbors this truth, that the sun will rise again tomorrow
L'Heure Bleue sensed the eve of the Great War
Its smell of happiness is different - poignant
Its gold reached melting point, before fading into smokes and blues
They say you can't compare apples & oranges - but you can compare an orange with a blue orange.