Yohji Yamamoto Femme
The pear opening arrives with a peculiar softness—not the crisp bite of fruit, but something hazier, almost powdered, dusted with bergamot and a shadowy black currant that pulls the brightness down into twilight.
The scent fingerprint
Weighted by intensity across 11 accords.
Every perfume in Sillage is represented as a distribution across canonical accord slugs — a lingua franca for scent. Two fragrances with overlapping fingerprints are scent-twins, even if they share no literal note.
- Sandalwood65
- Cedar55
- Iris Powder55
- Iris50
- Bergamot40
By the editors · 2 min readThe pear opening arrives with a peculiar softness—not the crisp bite of fruit, but something hazier, almost powdered, dusted with bergamot and a shadowy black currant that pulls the brightness down into twilight. It feels deliberate, this refusal to sparkle.
As it settles, iris and heliotrope form a pale, ambiguous heart, neither quite floral nor gourmand. Lily of the valley adds a cool greenness, while jasmine stays muted, more texture than perfume. The woods underneath—sandalwood and cedar—are dry and slightly abstract, giving structure without warmth.
This is fragrance as negative space, the way Yamamoto cuts a garment. It hovers close to the skin, more presence than projection, suited to someone who prefers atmosphere to announcement. Quiet, silvered, a little austere.
