Notes: Iris, cedar, galbanum, heliotrope, lily of the valley, violet.
The Bottle: Distinctly classy, despite the fact that it also falls into the Boxy as Sin category. Saved by the gentle, frosty glow that seems to emanate from its very core. ****
The Scent: The initial minutes of this one are quite off-putting — unless, of course, you are one of those profoundly special individuals who enjoys being attacked by clean diapers. An invasive, highly powdery floral that holds your nasal passages at gunpoint for several minutes, threatening you with floral mayhem. After the garden- induced trauma comes the solitary iris, which keeps the violet at arms length for several minutes, before finally surrendering to its charms. Fragrant enough in the drydown (but hardly a showstopper), it actually reads as a bit doddering and elderly. Undeniably a quality blend of distinctive notes, but hardly an irresistible one. No thanks, Love. ***