Une Fleur de Cassie by Dominique Ropion for Frederic Malle 2000


Post by Sister Mary Magdelene, Patron Saint of Perfumers


Again we gather in awe and reverence to give thanks for our inspiration – perfume. Today I am wondering am I more than usually sensitive to being moved in my soul by artistic creation? Because scents preserve us, I have had quite a response to this divine composition. Although in faith, given the path I have trod in life, there is no doubt my spirit is unusually sensitive…

 Une Fleur de Cassie by Dominique Ropion for Frederic Malle 2000

Une Fleur de Cassie Frederic Malle FragranticaPhoto Stolen Fragrantica

Fragrantica gives these featured accords in one linew:
Mimosa, jasmine, black locust, rose, carnation, sandalwood, vanilla, cassis

Let us spray!

Like the flight of an albatross, this one. Such heavy molecules to become airborne – and it’s an effort – but after some lumbering along the ground and some ungainly flapping it finds my thermals and flies!

And there it is, aloft. Gliding for what seems an unreasonable time, this beauty is such a resolved whole it seems that evolutionary forces are responsible in bringing about an entity so fit for its purpose.

Une Fleur de Cassie Frederic Malle Albatross WikipediaPhoto Stolen Wikipedia

Its purpose? To soar. That it brings me pleasure through its being seems an irrelevant aside to its joyous existence. Certainly not all its aspects are uncomplicated or simply pleasing, but there is much simple pleasure herein. It rises far above mere prettiness; I would certainly not call it accessible.

That I am by turns and simultaneously aware of the details and the whole is a brilliant work of balance. I am aware of an effortless grace, of a creaminess, of a softness, of an intimate warm animal smell, of a distant elegance. From some angles I see that extraordinary wingspan, if I turn my head I catch the beaked profile or the curve of primary feathers, the tucked webbed feet that indicate this bird can (but doesn’t often) come to ground or water.

Always it appears a live, breathing thing. It distills the abject magnificence of embodiment, seems connected to earth and heavens but independent of both.

Une Fleur de Cassie Frederic Malle margery_kempe WikipediaPhoto Stolen Wikipedia

Une Fleur de Cassie is a creation that brings me to tears with its sheer magnificence. Not brought quite undone like weeping Margery Kempe, mystic of the Middle Ages, yet I am moved by such visions and associations. Obviously *I* must take care where I wear this one as I am rendered (spiritually) raw skinned, but practically speaking this is a great one for hot weather, perhaps a little intimate for some of your workplaces, but a lovely combination of gentle, radiant and long-lasting.

Further reading: Australian Perfume Junkies and Smelly Thoughts
MECCA Australia has $209/50ml
Surrender To Chance has samples starting at $7/ml

Am I alone, or are there any perfumes that transport you?

In raptures,

Sister Mary Magdelene, Patron Saint of Perfumers.

8 thoughts on “Une Fleur de Cassie by Dominique Ropion for Frederic Malle 2000

  1. Greetings Sister. Good to see you. I thought you’d taken a vow of silence it’s been so long. I have indeed tried Un Fleur die Cassock, uhm Cassie. I didn’t care for it. After your remarkable impressions I will retry. What moves me? This year it had to Vero’s Rozys. To infinity and beyond Blessings. CQ XXX


    • Oh you gorgeous thing Cookie Queen, no, I have not been beamed up yet, but matters of the spirit do often detain me ; )

      The Rozy’s I will revisit on your sway-so, but perhaps the funky Fleur is not what will see you take flight?

      Cassock. Gold, pure gold. : D



  2. “Scents preserve us?!” Ha! Now I have a new phrase to use in place of a stream of profanity in front of my nephews. You continue to spread enlightenment (and a desire to try more expensive perfumes) around the world. Bless you, Sister.


  3. Dear Sister MM, you make Une Fleur de Cassie sound irresistible – get the behind me, Sat- uh, Sister. Unfortunately I am transported by two fragrances that I cannot afford, and that are not available from decanting firms, so I am saving. Which of the two I will buy is a mystery (not to be confused with a Mystery). They are Mito and Antonia – and to enter either fragrant Paradise I must toil in a Purgatory of not spending. It is not my Habit to be frugal, but for the nonce, perhaps the next several nonces, I am trying. So my husband keeps telling me …

    Frank(incense)ly I fear that I will succumb and spend before the Celestial City is attained.

    Pray for me!


    • Oh my child empliau, your cries of anguish have been heard, and indeed I have spent these days in silent prayer for you, and as Patron Saint of Perfumers I can only commend you on your irreproachable discernment and fabulously expensive tastes and wish you well in other areas of frugality as you put pennies aside for Mito and Antonia.

      Further, I share your adoration for the green floral as the highest form of the perfumer’s art. Perhaps it was my previous hymn of praise to Mito that drew you to this path of poverty and devotion?

      Blessings upon you and the purity of your mission and purpose,

      Your fellow traveller on this path of pilgrimage, Sister Mary Magdelene.


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