Violet Ida Miller Harris 2019

Sometimes I think that with some things it would be better not to know everything, or not to reveal everything. It's like when your partner tells you a story about an ex-girlfriend that you wouldn't have liked to know about, but that still sticks in the creases of your brain, and you can't get rid of it... And yet it is the totality of all our partner's experiences that makes him so attractive to us. Transferable to perfume? Of course!

Violet Ida totally blew me away, warm, powdery, but somehow special. Something was different, but nothing that would have stuck out disturbingly. Iris, heliotrope, all wonderful, tested, bought, loved(, married...). And then I went on Parfumo.

Carrot.
Seriously?

But the first overall intuitive impression (bottom-up) was wonderfully harmonious - how does that go together with vegetables?! First of all, I pay tribute to Mr. Nardin, because when you compose a perfume through the top-down process, you have to be able to imagine the intuitive bottom-up process of a tester smelling a perfume from scratch. Have that vision that he totally hit the mark with me. And when you think about all the taste associations I have with carrots, suddenly it's not so far-fetched that this note blends pleasantly into this pot pourri extremely harmoniously. Carrot soup in winter (with crème fraîche ...and a hint of ginger). Delicious. Also, this creaminess of the finely pureed soup, it's as if this tactile component has been translated into olfactory. Grandmother's sweet carrots with roux (by the way, one of her house daughters, i.e. young girls in home economics training in the sixties noted "sweat soup" instead of "roux"). Slightly stale kitchen smell, but still just before it tips over into the unpleasant.

Wow. The scent is a dream when sprayed on. Also has something slightly scratchy, biting (carrot herb!?). The scratchy disappears quickly, however, it could have remained quietly, because quite soon the fragrance is round, soft, a tad too mainstream, also it flies then quite soon, there remains a bit of vanilla ambra, but no longer reminiscent of the dream top note. In the top note, however, is near perfection.... mostly thanks to the carrot! It would have benefited from a little more grounding as it progressed, perhaps some pink pepper, raspberry leaf, or a tiny touch of vetiver or cedar, or mysoresandwood or just more iris (there is no such thing as iris overkill for me), Mr Nardin might have gone over it once with Anatole Lebreton. Together, they would then have served up the perfect mix of Incarnata and Violet Ida.

All in all, however, he is wonderful, has just something of a secret (vegetable) garden, of which you better do not know everything, if you want to completely wallow in fascination.