Ummmmm, this is one hell of a scent. Strange and ethereal. Deep, raw and rooty iris. Puts out a top note that smells sort of like a crushed bug. The note is compelling, somewhat reminiscent of urea (in a good way). The overall scent is so intriguing that it circumvents my mind. Iris has always been deeply mysterious to me. I’ve worn Iris Silver Mist for a few months but analyzing notes or even describing how it makes me feel is challenging. I can give you some interesting information though. Iris Silver Mist is one of the few Lutens fragrances that isn’t attributed solely to Christopher Sheldrake; It was created by Maurice Roucel, either alone or in collaboration with Sheldrake. Notes include: iris pallida root, galbanum, cedar, sandalwood, clove, vetiver, musk, Chinese benzoin balsam, incense, and white amber. Various descriptions of the scent through its development are: “dirt-caked roots, spicy and peppery, with a touch of dry mossy green, raw turnips
, metallic buzz, a little off, a little bizarre, peculiar, somewhat repulsive and strangely appealing, tender like a caress of some otherworldy, ethereal creature, weird and wonderful dream”. Serge Lutens describes it as “a summer scent recalling the scent of white linen”. Luca Turin called Iris Silver Mist “…a total success, the only iris scent worthy of the name”. Like most Lutens creations, this one is also extremely voluptuous. I can relate with Lutens’s reference to white linens, but what I’m thinking about is what’s happening on the white linens. The fragrance is certainly not overtly feminine. It’s one of the more masculine iris scents. Either way, the scent reminds me of a woman’s creamy inner thighs as I explore her in a more consummate manner. It must be the narcotic/hypnotic iris and sultry ambery/balsamic qualities that manifest those feelings in me.
, 07 November 2006, United States