Soulmates

Some kindred spirit made pink bubblegum and sandalwood exist symbiotically. Genius work, especially the extrait. Too bad it`s discontinued, rare and expensive.

It`s easier as it seems: Iris Silver Mist opens with a quite strong barnyard impression of dried hay and a glimpse of manure, while it`s far from being a dirty scent. This first stage makes me think of horses and wheatfields after the summer rain more than of carrots. About two to three hours later Iris Silver Mist makes an abrupt switch to this classic woody-violet smell that`s been excorting the top notes from the very beginning in a muted sort of way. The opening notes still remain in the far Background then, just like the violets and soft musks did when the scent was applied. Great.

It is early summer. You didn`t shower for three days while working a lot and doing some sports. Then you dupe with an expensive soap, chew some sage leaves and sit down beneath a jasmine bush. Jules in its recent minimalistic form makes this feel, precisely.

A quite powerful mediterranean aromatic fougère of dried spices is almost completely masked with a big dose of minty-chocolate patchouly á la headshop. This interplay of contrariant forces, of dried herbs and camphor-coolness, gives a feel like India is situated at the Côte d'Azur. The recent version is close to a perfect scent: Exceptional, confident, reckless, affable and sexy.