Reconsidering FM Iris Poudre

Yesterday I wore Frederic Malle's Iris Poudre as I accompanied Jim to the hospital where we spent four hours ... for a thirty-minute procedure.

Out of boredom, restlessness and occasional twinges of fear, I kept pulling my turtleneck up over my nose to get a better whiff.

(Probably not the most elegant look, and one more suited to a psychiatric rather than gastrointestinal unit.)

The fragrance comforted me. Musk and vanilla, sandalwood and vetiver (does iris really have a scent? Tonka bean is mentioned in the notes, but not iris).Maybe one should just assume the iris is there.

In any case, I don't care, I get softness, comfort from it. And that's what I needed yesterday.

Far from being the aloof classic I had earlier described, Iris Poudre became the perfect security scent that I wrapped around me to keep warm.

I'm going to go put some more on.