Frosted Moon Lune de Givre Cloon Keen Atelier 2013
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In the Iris Forest
As dusk falls, she spreads her wings and flies high up. In one of the tallest treetops among the dark firs, she finds a place for the night. She looks up one last time at the silvery, seemingly frozen moon before slowly tucking her head under her right wing. Here she is safe from all the predators that roam the enchanted, dark Iris Forest.
The story of this wild hen came to mind when I first caught a whiff of Frosted Moon. With this perfume, I seem to be falling victim to a little hype. Rightly so, in my opinion. For this is an incredibly beautiful iris scent that has found many fans here for good reason. I am once again baffled as to why such a fine fragrance would be discontinued.
I first learned to truly appreciate the scent of angelica with Armani Privé's Fil Rouge. Similarly, the angelica comes into play here before iris and ambrette seeds join in, creating that typical, silvery and shimmering iris that shines just like in fragrances such as Collection Extraordinaire - Bois d’Iris and its counterparts. But this fragrance reveals to us a different, sparkling iris forest. For here we have as a counterpart not incense, but green notes. Galbanum and vetiver join in, giving the fragrance a more rugged edge and creating that typical forest impression at dusk for me. Despite the musky notes, Frosted Moon never feels fluffy or cuddly. This is an iris scent with an edge that never comes across as dusty or - heaven forbid - even powdery to me.
I love iris fragrances and have tested quite a few, but this one is new and different for me. Like the aforementioned Bois d’Iris, Frosted Moon is not a sillage monster. It comes across lightly, delicately, and transparently, yet a gentle whisper brushes against the nose time and again. Those expecting a too powerful scent are mistaken here. Those who appreciate the quieter tones can embark on a beautiful journey into the iris forest with Frosted Moon. To where my wild hen lives and sleeps high up in the trees.
A heartfelt thank you to Faun Floyd for the sample. Say hello to the wild hen for me!
The story of this wild hen came to mind when I first caught a whiff of Frosted Moon. With this perfume, I seem to be falling victim to a little hype. Rightly so, in my opinion. For this is an incredibly beautiful iris scent that has found many fans here for good reason. I am once again baffled as to why such a fine fragrance would be discontinued.
I first learned to truly appreciate the scent of angelica with Armani Privé's Fil Rouge. Similarly, the angelica comes into play here before iris and ambrette seeds join in, creating that typical, silvery and shimmering iris that shines just like in fragrances such as Collection Extraordinaire - Bois d’Iris and its counterparts. But this fragrance reveals to us a different, sparkling iris forest. For here we have as a counterpart not incense, but green notes. Galbanum and vetiver join in, giving the fragrance a more rugged edge and creating that typical forest impression at dusk for me. Despite the musky notes, Frosted Moon never feels fluffy or cuddly. This is an iris scent with an edge that never comes across as dusty or - heaven forbid - even powdery to me.
I love iris fragrances and have tested quite a few, but this one is new and different for me. Like the aforementioned Bois d’Iris, Frosted Moon is not a sillage monster. It comes across lightly, delicately, and transparently, yet a gentle whisper brushes against the nose time and again. Those expecting a too powerful scent are mistaken here. Those who appreciate the quieter tones can embark on a beautiful journey into the iris forest with Frosted Moon. To where my wild hen lives and sleeps high up in the trees.
A heartfelt thank you to Faun Floyd for the sample. Say hello to the wild hen for me!
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41 Comments
I think this is my first iris that I really, really love...
What a special scent. For me, it's definitely not an everyday fragrance; it makes me feel too melancholic, but it's a scent to be completely "in yourself," to tune out the everyday.
P.S.: What do you mean by "God forbid, powder?!" ;-)
Very nice comment!
It's nice that there are no birds of prey in the iris forest and the wild hen can sleep peacefully...