The Elusive Iris Note
As a single note, the iris – regardless of its provenance – struck me as stinking of alcohol. Worse, it simply smelled like a drunk’s emptied stomach. The revelation that it is used as a fixative in gin made complete sense. It smells of gin, but then it smells of carrots and earth as well. I hated it in every top note.
Then I smelled the remnants of Iris Poudre by Frederic Malle the next day after getting to know those awful top notes, and I was a goner. It’s the bomb.