Sacré Bleu is a triumph in perfume making, and Mandy's creative genius is strikingly evident. There is something incomprehensibly mystical and magical about this aroma. It opens up with a sweet aromatic sensibility, as though it is a fruity floral incantation. Then it undergoes a metamorphosis, and the sandalwood and blue lotus deepen into a more mysterious aroma that beckons any gender to luxuriate in its comforting, somehow familiar sensibility. It is rich, warm, alluring, captivating and somehow defies any simple characterization. A truly sublime perfume that is sure to hold you captive in the most alluring way imaginable.
-- Lola’s Secret Beauty Blog


Sacré Bleu is that rare offering when we can experience the exceedingly careful placement of olfactive watch wheels and jewels into the back of a time-keeping mechanism. To smell its patiently aged Mysore sandalwood and unusual grouping of floral notes with tea and ambergris is akin to the swinging of a rotor in an automatic watch; not only does it measure the time (and, in this case, reflect the beautiful natural world of smell around us) but it seems to generate time itself. The fragrance elicits strong visualizations, and as I wore Sacré Bleu on a number of occasions, I saw dark underwater caverns, desert sand dunes and their quivering mirages, deep green, damp, and mossy rocks near a shore from which lotuses would rise and bloom. What's at play in this scent that it casts such richly-colored imagery, spanning temperatures and continents? The nose registers a myriad of many small perfumed notes, like something glittering from a shaft of light in a cave, as tea, lotus, sandalwood, and boronia umbrellas emit their own separate trails of scent, their collective cloud of refractions, like bits of mica shining when the seabed is stirred up by a fish
-- John Biebel, Fragrantica



Sacré Bleu is incredible, mythical, like something an Egyptian queen would wear. Such a comforting smell, blissful, I save it for nights that I really need to calm down, and times I just want to be taken somewhere beautiful, when I want everything else in the world to just stop and concentrate on that one thing
-- Suzy Nightingale, On The Scent



Mandy brings together sacred, healing ingredients used for millennia around the world to create a perfume so intensely, viscerally profound that I found myself smiling with joy. HA! I know how that reads. Like such stupid, overblown, ridiculous hyperbole. It's also true. Sacré Bleu is so beautiful, rich and at the heart feels like communion with a higher plane.

It starts out sweet, like raspberry cordial and honeyed roses growing near a healthy compost heap that's just been turned. Hot grasses, domesticated farm animals and bosky, earthy goodness. My nose also senses an incredibly soapy jasmine. As that opening burns on I have a very Australian bushwalk smell. Brushing past fragrant native plants, kicking up the leaves and breaking twigs as we pass. Dappled shade and that sharp eucalypt smell at the first drops of rain. The heart warms through with a golden, treacle-like, resinous sandalwood
-- Portia Turbo, Perfume Posse



Mandy has been collecting rare and antique absolutes and oils for many years, and it's a joy to experience them in her formulae. The effect of such rare beauties cannot be overestimated: they are revelatory, illuminating parts of the brain which must have lain dormant for some time. One comes to believe in the holiness inherent in venerable antique Mysore sandalwood and the prohibitively costly blue lotus -- and why they were believed to possess mythical powers.

When first applied to the flesh, Sacré Bleu exhibits a sharp, honeyed aspect with notes of overripe apricot. Its aromatic companion boronia is no lightweight either: together they comprise a formidable couple steeped in erotic overtones. Ambergris invokes subtle aquatic characteristics, while ameliorating everything in its path: there are no current aroma chemicals which even come close to it. When one considers all the angles, it is apparent that Aftelier Sacré Bleu has earned its lofty status. Uniquely riveting in its own right, this fragrance is an homage to the hallowed.
-- Ida Meister, CaFleurBon



Sacré Bleu -- this divine gift opens up with a heady and intoxicating flower scent of boronia reminding me of a lush bouquet of champaca, jasmine and ylang ylang, then I notice the honeyed tea notes, mouthwatering berries and ripe apricots, suddenly the warm and mineralic salt of ambergris starts to slowly emerge with the velvety smoothness of the century old sandalwood. After a while an aquatic and a bit green note starts to surface which must be the sacred and mystical blue lotus flower at its finest opening its petals on the warmth of the skin. Very layered and comforting scent that makes my heart happy.
-- Musae Perfumery



The fragrance elicits strong visualizations, and as I wore Sacré Bleu on a number of occasions, I saw dark underwater caverns, desert sand dunes and their quivering mirages, deep green, damp, and mossy rocks near a shore from which lotuses would rise and bloom. What's at play in this scent that it casts such richly-colored imagery, spanning temperatures and continents? The nose registers a myriad of many small perfumed notes, like something glittering from a shaft of light in a cave, as tea, lotus, sandalwood, and boronia umbrellas emit their own separate trails of scent, their collective cloud of refractions, like bits of mica shining when the seabed is stirred up by a fish
-- John Biebel, Fragrantica



Sacré Bleu is incredible, mythical, like something an Egyptian queen would wear. Such a comforting smell, blissful, I save it for nights that I really need to calm down, and times I just want to be taken somewhere beautiful, when I want everything else in the world to just stop and concentrate on that one thing
-- Suzy Nightingale, On The Scent



Mandy brings together sacred, healing ingredients used for millennia around the world to create a perfume so intensely, viscerally profound that I found myself smiling with joy. HA! I know how that reads. Like such stupid, overblown, ridiculous hyperbole. It’s also true. Sacré Bleu is so beautiful, rich and at the heart feels like communion with a higher plane.

It starts out sweet, like raspberry cordial and honeyed roses growing near a healthy compost heap that’s just been turned. Hot grasses, domesticated farm animals and bosky, earthy goodness. My nose also senses an incredibly soapy jasmine. As that opening burns on I have a very Australian bushwalk smell. Brushing past fragrant native plants, kicking up the leaves and breaking twigs as we pass. Dappled shade and that sharp eucalypt smell at the first drops of rain. The heart warms through with a golden, treacle-like, resinous sandalwood
-- Portia Turbo, Perfume Posse



Mandy has been collecting rare and antique absolutes and oils for many years, and it's a joy to experience them in her formulae. The effect of such rare beauties cannot be overestimated: they are revelatory, illuminating parts of the brain which must have lain dormant for some time. One comes to believe in the holiness inherent in venerable antique Mysore sandalwood and the prohibitively costly blue lotus -- and why they were believed to possess mythical powers.

When first applied to the flesh, Sacré Bleu exhibits a sharp, honeyed aspect with notes of overripe apricot. Its aromatic companion boronia is no lightweight either: together they comprise a formidable couple steeped in erotic overtones. Ambergris invokes subtle aquatic characteristics, while ameliorating everything in its path: there are no current aroma chemicals which even come close to it. When one considers all the angles, it is apparent that Aftelier Sacré Bleu has earned its lofty status. Uniquely riveting in its own right, this fragrance is an homage to the hallowed.
-- Ida Meister, CaFleurBon



Sacré Bleu -- this divine gift opens up with a heady and intoxicating flower scent of boronia reminding me of a lush bouquet of champaca, jasmine and ylang ylang, then I notice the honeyed tea notes, mouthwatering berries and ripe apricots, suddenly the warm and mineralic salt of ambergris starts to slowly emerge with the velvety smoothness of the century old sandalwood. After a while an aquatic and a bit green note starts to surface which must be the sacred and mystical blue lotus flower at its finest opening its petals on the warmth of the skin. Very layered and comforting scent that makes my heart happy.
-- Musae Perfumery