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12/17/2019
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It is the due that falls to us
At least Max Frisch said so. I agree with him, it applies to so many things: We often find what we have antennas for, what we are receptive for, and what we are rather unconsciously or consciously looking for
So "Terre d'Iris" seemed to fall into my lap by accident when I was swapping perfumes with my dear Hermia. I hoped that the exchange fragrance would give me a clean, powdery, cool iris, because I still prefer clean fragrances. What did I get? First of all, a strong, strong top note that seemed to lie so far away from my hopes that I thought, "One size too big for you: You'd better stick to your baby popo fragrances and everything sold in makeup bottles.
But then I urged my hasty fast food nose to be patient and sprayed myself with "Terre d'Iris" every morning until the penny fell loudly: Back to the beginning! An old love of fragrance, painfully missed because only available at astronomical Ebay prices from questionable stocks, has fluttered into my house: "Secrets d'Essences - Iris Noir". The patience of waiting for the right replacement, the patience with the masculine head note, the patience of day-to-day testing has paid off. Or to put it another way: It was just due.
If you don't know my black reference iris, you should know that the top note will make you awake and cheerful, because the citrus fruits are tart, tart, brutally tart. Green and herbaceous, cold and botanical, bitter and evil. What gradually emerges from these citrus fruits, however, is the dark, iced night iris, as the green Frenchman had it bottled in bottles at the time. The one or other note will be different, but the overall impression of the fragrance is so similar that I would speak of twin fragrances. Not necessarily identical. Yet of amazing similarity.
Terrific for me. Sure, but not for every nose a profit. The scent, whether compared to my old love or not, is bulky, unround and strange. Maybe he's for super-patients, maybe he's for banauses who don't know masterpieces like "Hiris" -- like me. Nevertheless: If it pleases at all, then it really does
So "Terre d'Iris" seemed to fall into my lap by accident when I was swapping perfumes with my dear Hermia. I hoped that the exchange fragrance would give me a clean, powdery, cool iris, because I still prefer clean fragrances. What did I get? First of all, a strong, strong top note that seemed to lie so far away from my hopes that I thought, "One size too big for you: You'd better stick to your baby popo fragrances and everything sold in makeup bottles.
But then I urged my hasty fast food nose to be patient and sprayed myself with "Terre d'Iris" every morning until the penny fell loudly: Back to the beginning! An old love of fragrance, painfully missed because only available at astronomical Ebay prices from questionable stocks, has fluttered into my house: "Secrets d'Essences - Iris Noir". The patience of waiting for the right replacement, the patience with the masculine head note, the patience of day-to-day testing has paid off. Or to put it another way: It was just due.
If you don't know my black reference iris, you should know that the top note will make you awake and cheerful, because the citrus fruits are tart, tart, brutally tart. Green and herbaceous, cold and botanical, bitter and evil. What gradually emerges from these citrus fruits, however, is the dark, iced night iris, as the green Frenchman had it bottled in bottles at the time. The one or other note will be different, but the overall impression of the fragrance is so similar that I would speak of twin fragrances. Not necessarily identical. Yet of amazing similarity.
Terrific for me. Sure, but not for every nose a profit. The scent, whether compared to my old love or not, is bulky, unround and strange. Maybe he's for super-patients, maybe he's for banauses who don't know masterpieces like "Hiris" -- like me. Nevertheless: If it pleases at all, then it really does
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