Parfum d'Hermès Hermès 1984 Eau de Toilette

Well, I have tested many fragrances from Hermés, but so far I have only commented on a few. "Amazone," which I find absolutely amazing, and "Hiris," which confused me because I smelled carrots in it, even though there are none. The others I tested neither inspired me to a high-flying experience nor to a juicy critique. Hermés, oh yes, nice little scents, well made, a bit more expensive than the usual mainstream. Until Parfum d'Hermés flew in today, and I owe that to the good "Fhfhfh" (funny nickname, lol), and here it shows once again that it is the classics that have made renowned fragrance houses what they are today, and it also shows that they sink into banality and conformity in their latest creations.
Yes, of course, the scent is a feast for me as an aldehyde lover. That’s how PdH starts, but immediately transitions to a green-dusty floral note.
The heart note has a lot of character, and that is what makes a fragrance special for me. Character! Iris-heavy, floral, an extra dose of femininity! Not banal, shallow, or overly adapted, like the women (who the fragrance houses envision or just consumers??) of the 2000s are, yes, all so quietly, but also not a screaming niche where a woman, when wearing it, sometimes secretly checks her underwear to see if maybe a penis is growing.
This fragrance embodies pure, mature femininity all the way to the base. Spicy, gently smoky, yet rough and self-determined. A woman who wears this scent has nothing more to prove, as she has long left her girlish phase behind!