a sticky, gilded Versailles meets Jersey Shore dumpster fire of a fragrance (and I like it)
I will first note that I don't care for the original Shalimar (or at least the Shalimar I have smelled, which I am aware is not the original-original.) So I would just prefer to think of Millésime Iris as its own thing. At first sniff, this is a real bombastic towering vanilla powdered wig spectacle of a Sofia Coppola Marie Antoinette confection, but there’s something kind of tacky and trashy about it too, like it’s all that “ Let them eat cake” audacious opulence filmed through a mob-wife leopard print suede purse Instagram filter of a reality tv show, thick with manufactured drama and the desperate thirst. It’s a sort of sticky, gilded Versailles meets Jersey Shore dumpster fire of a fragrance. And believe it or not, initially, when I was testing it…I didn’t hate it. Later in the evening, I smelled a smoky vanilla floral phantom masterclass of luxury and beauty wafting from my sweater cuff, and I nearly swooned. DEAR GOD WHAT IS SO INTOXICATING, I thought. Surprise! It was that tabloid headline trending hashtag of a vanilla from earlier in the day! Millésime Iris, you contain multitudes, and I am here for all of them.
Shalimar was one of the first perfumes which used articially vanilla = vanillin. (100 years ago) Which first smellt so tarry. Now they produce this note as an artificial reproduction, to keep/receive the original flavour, which is called in German "Guerlinade" Into this Millésime Iris I perceived rosewood/palisander. Which has as the pure oil a pungend smell of woodtar, a little bit like muddy water with a hint of old fish and then ozon, bitter, woody. But it is in perfums a wonderful antagonist. But until now, nobody else perceived that. Maybe, you schould let the original Shalimar a scent you don't like or force for liking it. It could happen one day that you have a moment you just crave for using it. That happened to me. And if not? So what? There are so many perfums...
I love this variation of Shalimar. I love all variations of Shalimar. The first times I tested the original Shalimar I felt myself riding a car on a highway on a hot summerday after a tarmashine which was covering the road surface with tar. But then - I cannot explain - I loved it. And I love all variation. Mother Shalimar is always to perceive. I read the reviews here under. But onky mine is written by myself, different from the German text. I deactivated the automatical translation. If, I stay with and to my mistakes. However, into this scent is a kind of special wood-note, despite o the smoky vanilla.
I wish I loved Shalimar! I almost feel like, as someone who loves fragrance, I SHOULD love Shalimar (even though I know that's silly, and we love what we love), but I've never been able to understand it on any level. There isn't anything the slightest bit relatable for me. If there was just one element, one aspect that made me think "ahh, this smells like a ghost!" or a dream, or a memory, or -something-, then that might be the gateway that gets me in! But no...I get nothing from it...
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