Serge Lutens — De Profundis

Decanting from Gratte Ciel bottle (exactly like the one on the image).

This is the one. Named after Psalm 130 — "from the depths I have cried" — and it smells exactly like that sounds: chrysanthemum and violet pushing up through cold, damp earth into weak autumn light, carried on a breath of cool incense. Green, slightly watery, achingly melancholic, yet somehow luminous rather than dark. The soil tincture in the base is unlike anything else in perfumery — barely there, but responsible for everything. Gossamer and long-lasting at once, abstract enough to defy description and specific enough to be immediately recognizable on skin. There is nothing else like it. This is the fragrance that ruins you for everything else.

Notes: 

Top notes: Green Notes, Chrysanthemum
Middle notes: Violet, Incense
Base notes: Soil Tincture, Plum Tree