Infusion d'Iris Cèdre Prada 2015

“The morning awakened me with a new clarity. The white coat and my thoughts accompanied me into the forest. The cool air colored my cheeks rosy, my breath steamed. Only my steps could be heard. Only me and the forest. Internally, I let go of the burden I had carried for so long. It seemed as if the coniferous trees were nodding at me kindly and encouraging me. My nervous system relaxed. What burdened my soul was allowed to leave. The layer of dust on everything I feared and the dust bunnies from the dark corners. A feeling of being tidied up spread within me.”

“That was a poetic and profound answer to my question about your New Year's resolutions. But what have you set for yourself or left behind?” he asked more specifically.

“Oh, excuse me, the forest makes me dream. I always lose myself in it,” she replied, glancing a bit shyly at the ground. “I have disposed of the suitcase with synthetic materials. Light cotton and linen dresses flatter me so much better. I have completely sworn off sugar. Every morning, powdering my nose and applying transparent lip gloss will add a touch of elegance to my everyday life without being intrusive. And lightness-yes, I want to float through my life lightly, like a fresh breath of soap that transforms my surroundings into a pleasant scent. How wonderful it would be to dance even through difficult times…”

His eyes became glassy, his breath quickened. He resisted the urge to move a little closer. Still, he dared to ask again: “What do you need to be able to dance in difficult times?”

A shy smile flitted across her beautiful face. “A strong cedar that gives me support and security, so that no wind can blow me away.”

She had actually said it! His heart did a leap of joy. Gently, he took her delicate hands. “Dearest Iris, let me be your Cèdre.”

Who could not rejoice in this wonderful connection? Prada has created something magical. The heavy glass bottle with the ornate silver plate has a nostalgic quality. It reminds me a bit of old apothecary bottles. The contents fit well too. Pure cleanliness and freshness. The cedar greets immediately, covered in cool soap foam. It is not an old-fashioned soap, like one knows from aldehydes. It has remained young, dynamic, timeless. Iris - you pretty Iris. You provide a light powderiness without tipping too much into the feminine. You usually bring lipstick, but here you remain unisex transparent.
Compared to "Infusion d'Iris (Eau de Parfum) (2015) | Prada," you are fresher, airier, and woodier. I smell bright colors, a pressed outfit, and neatly combed hair. Subtle and professional, without emotionality. And even when I sweat-your soap holds up. I perceive you on my clothing for more than eight hours.
Ah, Iris Cèdre, I can only say this: You are beautiful!