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Not my iris
The iris is my favorite flower in perfumery, but I really dislike this interpretation of it. It's so chemically heavy, like the iris flower has been robbed of all its potential beauty, of its very soul, and just its skeleton has been left behind to float in a jar of astringent violet-scented disinfectant. It's too indolic, too old school, we just don't have too many topics we could broach, this iris belongs to a much older person.