Sunday, September 27, 2015

Review: Prada Infusion d'Iris EDP

A fragrance lover has a sort of intense relationship with their collection; we protect them, baby them, dote on them, devote whole blogs to them. We're only one tiny fraction below being so obsessed with our aromatic elixirs that one of us could be featured on TLC's 'My Strange Addiction,' which has showcased a man who was actually sexually involved with his car, and a woman who was married to a carnival ride. Yeah, we're not quite that weird. There's more involved with being a fragrance fanatic than meets the eye (god, I bet that's what all people say that are crazed over something), but that's for another day.

When my husband and I moved from Ohio to New York, our belongings would have to sit in a sweltering, metal storage container for a month; but not my ambrosial liquids. I carefully packed them into a large tote, and treated them as I would a small child. We toted that dead-weight tote in and out of cars, up and down stairs, into and out of elevators, and through mazes of busy sidewalks. I regret nothing. They rested comfortably in air conditioning, safe from spoilage. I worried enough about the state of my lipstick in that hot storage box that I would have had a psychiatric cataclysm had my perfumes accompanied them.

And there comes a moment in every fragrance collectors life that they must face the horrifying, hypothetical scenario of having to grab only one (or a few) perfumes in a dire situation. At least once a month, someone in one of the many fragrance groups proposes some form of fictional destruction in which you would be forced to rescue a solo scent. "If there were a zombie apocolypse and you were one of the chosen to be flown to a safe island, leaving your loved ones and cats behind, and you could only bring one perfume, which would it be?" Because clearly, if a virus were turning humans into flesh-eating monsters, perfume would be a top priority.

In any case, if I were ever faced with an angry, blazing fire, with only enough time to save one 'fume, Infusion d'Iris would be it. I mean, I'd hesitate there for a minute, amongst the heavy, black smoke. I'd shed a tear. Briefly, I would consider succumbing to certain demise with my beloved perfumes, whose combined volume could probably overflow a tub. But, I'd come to my senses. I'd snatch up my Infusion d'Iris and dash out the door. I could sniff it outside the building as I watch a fiery force destroy the entire physical representation of my life. Welp, that got morbid. Sorry guys.

Notes:

mandarin, galbanum, orange, orange blossom, iris, cedar, vetiver, incense, & benzoin





Cool. Clean. Urbane. Refined. 

Infusion d'Iris strikes a perfect balance between classy and modern. It is effortless and unpretentious; like an expensive French soap. A bright, well-rounded citrus accord paves the way for sweet, powdery iris, and a subtly green galbanum. A soft-spoken woodsy-incense provides a skillful, complimentary base for the clean and inoffensive iris to adhere to. And sweet benzoin creeps through the cracks of the wooden base, keeping its predecessors from being too sterile and phlegmatic. Infusion d'Iris is at once cheerful and grey. Engaging, yet aloof. It's really no surprise that this ranks at the top of my list, because afterall, a contradictory fragrance is my favorite kind of fragrance. Well. That and the fact that it has a powdery persona, and I hope that by now you know how emphatic I am about powdery scents.

I imagine an unblemished, sterile, bathhouse. All white in structure, with grey linens and rugs. A single slender, speckless vase displays a bountiful bouquet of perfectly manicured iris. Tall, open windows drown the room in daylight and a countryside breeze. The window frames create an illusion of living paintings; an exhibit of flowery meadows and oatmeal colored grass, as far as the eye can see. I could decompress here, douse myself in Infusion d'Iris, and then march out into a messy, polluted world, smelling of sweetly powdered, soapy iris. Impenetrable by sidewalks full of stank garbage, train carts infiltrated by the smell of human excrements and body odor, and breezes acting as an automobile for cigarette smoke. 


Infusion d'Iris EDP can be purchased for a little as $40 for a 30ml bottle, the nose behind this fragrance is the one and only Daniela Roche Andrier

Longevity: 3/5
Projection: 3/5

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