In the words of Gordon Ramsey, 'Sacrebleu smells like a fucking perfect blend of perfection. Now fuck off yeah.'

For some reason, the first time I smelled this on me, I pictured that painting by Dufy - the one w/the blue, blue sea w/some little boats off in the distance. I've always thought the scene was painted from a balcony he was on overlooking the Rivera. It's always seemed romantic, sea-breezy, balmy.

I adore mi amore... Sacrebleu has skyrocketed to my starting line-up for fall/winter and has become one of my alltime favorites It's nostalgic, yet modern. It's strong, without being obnoxious or masculine. ...and chemistry is everything, this perfume has very specific phases when I apply it and it ends with a warm incense zen that makes me tingle! It's not the cold incense note that is used in many of my other perfumes that have a strong incense note (eg, Passage d' Enfer, Zagorsk, etc. By warm, it's as if the incense in Sacrebleu is lit, and the more it dries down, the louder the incense notes on me. Love it, love it, love it!! . Advertised notes: Black Currant Bud, Peach Blossom, Jasmine, Tuberose, Vanilla, Tonka Bean, Yemenese Incense

Yikes! What is this? Fruit Loops, Jolly Ranchers? Dimestore candy and Chanel #5. Luckily its almost gone. Poof.

The beauty of Sacre Bleu eludes me I’m afraid. As someone who can appreciate sweet fragrances (some favourites: Flowerbomb, Frapin 1270, Organza Indecence), this smells terribly juvenile even to me. It’s like a baby’s version of a classic – all sticky lollies, candy necklaces and Pez dispensers, mixed with face powder and a measure of well-formulated French perfume. There is something abrasive to my sensibilities about Sacre Bleu, and with each wear of my decant I feel equally as uncomfortable as the last. I imagine pre-teens painting their nails with peel-off nail varnish, and then writing secrets in their padlocked diaries with a pencil bought at the zoo. One makes a mistake and she pulls a rainbow eraser out of her plastic pencil case. There is definitely something of the fragranced eraser about Sacre Bleu.
These are all nice enough thoughts, but not what I wanted Sacre Bleu to be. I had hoped it would be more evocative – a smouldering and sweet take on L’heure Bleue perhaps, or a more palatable Parfum Sacre. Yes, I can see that it was a little assumptive to think it would share any qualities with fragrances that share half it’s name… Another reviewer commented it’s reminiscent of Boudoir – I think this is because it begins as a sweet powdery muddle – but where Boudoir blossoms into an extraordinary statement of intent, Sacre Bleu remains a pouty princess who wants daddy to buy her a squirrel.

The dry-down is indeed a soft, buttery vanilla, but I am left wondering – where was the blackcurrant bud? Where was the incense?

All in all Sacre Bleu is quite tasty, but it fails to strike an emotional chord with me at present. I can see it would procure compliments because of its gourmand elements and it has fair sillage and staying power. More wears may have me eating my words, but for now, it makes me quite irritable. Tsk.
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Love beautiful, creamy tuberose! It became my signature scent.

i received a sample from luckyscent and i'm in love ! it's a delicious smell in my wrists.there's a big number of notes here but in my skin the tuberose is the most prominent.my boyfriend said that it's a bit grown up but after all i'm 33 and i can definitely wear it

I second the below comments regarding this beautiful scent's attributes...spicy, rich, powdery, fruity, wonderful. For a comparison, it is like a spicy version of Dolce Vita by CD.

I had such high hopes for Sacre Bleu. Powder, incense? Loves of mine. And while Sacre Bleu conjures up images of church, particularly celebrating the sacrament of my first communion (the white florals, perhaps), I'm just not one to wear this particular memory. And not because I don't love the memory, but what I get from Sacre Bleu are a hundred little girls in an old cathedral with a hundred set of parents and hundreds upon hundreds of jasmine petals strung in our veils and hair... in the 100% humidity and heat of a tropical country, it was a little suffocating. So I am suffocated, even now, in a country so not tropical. Sacre Bleu. continued >>

MON DIEU!!! But I love zis fragrance. It ess how doo you say... sweet ands very lovely. When I wear zis I get many comment from men who say 'Sacre Bleu madam but you doooo smell good may I ave a petite nibble of you neck'!! So I mus smell nice non?