Vanille d'Iris Ormonde Jayne 2015 Eau de Parfum
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Radiant Floating in Wood
Free association:
A sheep, a storm, a hot cup of tea, a long chain, a touch, an unusual thought, a familiar feeling.
The free rustle of the sea. Mineral light reflections of the waves. Glitter in the rock of a mountain boulder. A hint of cooling vetiver, the smoke of wood, very gentle, never charred. Wisdom, distance, and closeness. A wide horizon, height and depth. Movement.
Concentration on the scent experience:
I smell coriander and pepper as a light tingling, a bright veil of iris, still with a carrot component that makes it light and juicy. Soon a bit of vanilla appears, a warm beige shimmer of light.
The fragrance immediately begins to play with impressions of light. It is airy, light filtering through a fine fabric, it shimmers, it wavers. And it has a gently bitter note, as if the whole potion had been poured over an old tree stump. Sometimes silver, sometimes gold, it floats upwards, only to gently settle back on the skin. The impression is elegant, yet it feels technically playful, meaning very lively to my perception, but an "adult vanilla," an elegant, very dry iris, more root than glam powder. No hairspray, no lipstick, no theatrical makeup. Abstract yet close to nature, distant yet immediately merging. This gray-beige iridescent light remains as the fragrance becomes more floral after half an hour. Jasmine can be sensed, but it does not steal the show from the slender tall iris with its eroticism; magnolia brings everything to shine even more. Thus it lasts long, a sometimes flickering iris spice powder.
It disappears, it returns as soon as you forget it; this is a real Iso-E-Super trick here, but so skillfully employed that the fragrance neither loses its tranquility nor elegance and goes deeper and deeper. It evokes a slight wanderlust and intimate fascination in AugustA. I find this scent so fitting, so familiar, despite its abstract construction, that the fascination grows with every minute. The pull of the scent aura is strong, but it always remains light and floating. A beloved beautiful stranger at first encounter. So effortlessly extraordinary. For the evening, for the night, for the day.
In the end, the radiance weakens, a hint of spice, vanilla, and wood, and a facet of iris that now appears very well-groomed, very soothing. This note lingered on my clothing days after the first trial, and it is perfect; I gladly reach for this sweater or this scarf to wear it again. A familiar and exciting scent. What more could one want?
A sheep, a storm, a hot cup of tea, a long chain, a touch, an unusual thought, a familiar feeling.
The free rustle of the sea. Mineral light reflections of the waves. Glitter in the rock of a mountain boulder. A hint of cooling vetiver, the smoke of wood, very gentle, never charred. Wisdom, distance, and closeness. A wide horizon, height and depth. Movement.
Concentration on the scent experience:
I smell coriander and pepper as a light tingling, a bright veil of iris, still with a carrot component that makes it light and juicy. Soon a bit of vanilla appears, a warm beige shimmer of light.
The fragrance immediately begins to play with impressions of light. It is airy, light filtering through a fine fabric, it shimmers, it wavers. And it has a gently bitter note, as if the whole potion had been poured over an old tree stump. Sometimes silver, sometimes gold, it floats upwards, only to gently settle back on the skin. The impression is elegant, yet it feels technically playful, meaning very lively to my perception, but an "adult vanilla," an elegant, very dry iris, more root than glam powder. No hairspray, no lipstick, no theatrical makeup. Abstract yet close to nature, distant yet immediately merging. This gray-beige iridescent light remains as the fragrance becomes more floral after half an hour. Jasmine can be sensed, but it does not steal the show from the slender tall iris with its eroticism; magnolia brings everything to shine even more. Thus it lasts long, a sometimes flickering iris spice powder.
It disappears, it returns as soon as you forget it; this is a real Iso-E-Super trick here, but so skillfully employed that the fragrance neither loses its tranquility nor elegance and goes deeper and deeper. It evokes a slight wanderlust and intimate fascination in AugustA. I find this scent so fitting, so familiar, despite its abstract construction, that the fascination grows with every minute. The pull of the scent aura is strong, but it always remains light and floating. A beloved beautiful stranger at first encounter. So effortlessly extraordinary. For the evening, for the night, for the day.
In the end, the radiance weakens, a hint of spice, vanilla, and wood, and a facet of iris that now appears very well-groomed, very soothing. This note lingered on my clothing days after the first trial, and it is perfect; I gladly reach for this sweater or this scarf to wear it again. A familiar and exciting scent. What more could one want?
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"A beautiful stranger that I fell in love with at first sight." - I'm truly enchanted by your choice of words in many places.
Vanille d'Iris captivates me as well. It stands out from the other Ormonde Jayne fragrances, many of which I unfortunately find hit or miss. Maybe my second OJ bottle after OJ Woman. :)
Best, Kathi
Best, AugustA