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A beautiful iris wilting on a hospital windowsill
Very clean iris. Elegant, sleek, quite different from all other iris-forward perfumes I've encountered so far. A breath of fresh air in a powdery desert. The ink note gives it a somewhat mineralic quality, which I find both fun and unexpectedly fitting.
A rather stealthy scent – started off vague and unassuming, then slowly opened up on my skin in the next ~30 minutes. Like a flower just starting to bloom, it slowly infused the air with its essence, and before long I found myself engulfed in a translucent iris cloud. A very gentle and sensual approach to my sensitive nose, 10/10, I wish I'd encounter it more often.
Perfect office scent – reserved, moderate, easy to breathe in. Serious, yet almost playful. A great way to mildly amuse people in an uptight corporate environment by noting the fact that you thought the ink would fit the office vibe nicely, but didn't stop to think that most of the work is done on the computer nowadays.
Over the next ~2 hours it settles close to the skin. And then it starts to wilt. Like the ink turning evil. It's faint at first, like a gentle reminder to change the water in your flower vase. But over the next ~3 hours that undertone gets stronger and stronger, and eventually takes centerstage.
Its smells... heavily medicinal. Like non-sterile gauze or the inside of an old-timey dentist's office. The scary Soviet-era kind that makes your teeth hurt just from thinking about it.
Very unfortunate (´•︵•`)
A rather stealthy scent – started off vague and unassuming, then slowly opened up on my skin in the next ~30 minutes. Like a flower just starting to bloom, it slowly infused the air with its essence, and before long I found myself engulfed in a translucent iris cloud. A very gentle and sensual approach to my sensitive nose, 10/10, I wish I'd encounter it more often.
Perfect office scent – reserved, moderate, easy to breathe in. Serious, yet almost playful. A great way to mildly amuse people in an uptight corporate environment by noting the fact that you thought the ink would fit the office vibe nicely, but didn't stop to think that most of the work is done on the computer nowadays.
Over the next ~2 hours it settles close to the skin. And then it starts to wilt. Like the ink turning evil. It's faint at first, like a gentle reminder to change the water in your flower vase. But over the next ~3 hours that undertone gets stronger and stronger, and eventually takes centerstage.
Its smells... heavily medicinal. Like non-sterile gauze or the inside of an old-timey dentist's office. The scary Soviet-era kind that makes your teeth hurt just from thinking about it.
Very unfortunate (´•︵•`)