Huh. I had reserved this day for an over-the-top glowing review of the new Hermessence, Iris Ukiyoe.
I love most of the Hermesseces – check
I love Iris – check
I want to stare at Jean-Claude Ellena forever – check
I don’t hate it – or all of it, and I did get a happy ending, so to speak, but this path of true love did not run smooth or without a little bit of snide remarks and hateful glares.
The open is promising woody wet iris, and I started squeaking excitedly – did JCE finally capture the iris flower itself?
Then that part that made me all squeaky turned watery and vegetal – which I tolerate minimally – and I glugged around in it for a while, thinking I’d drown, trying to figure out how to write a review that said about an Hermessence – I hate this one.
Now I have this perfectly fine iris that I’ll happily wear and try not to think of how I got there. The ending is a little green lily of the valley’ish, most of the heavy aquatics flee, leaving it a little dewy, soft and pastel. I’m not handing in my JCE fangirl status, I wound up really liking this a lot. As others have noted, it does have a slightly chocolate smell in the long drydown that was completely charming. I get what he was trying to do here, it just didn’t match my experience with the iris flower. That doesn’t stop me from appreciating it, and I’ll likely wear it often. Many times some of the Hermessences don’t do it for me immediately, but they grow on me, like Poivre Samarcande and Brin de Reglisse.
I would like to note that I loved this a lot more with a very generous spritz on my clothes instead of on my skin. What does that mean? I don’t know, maybe my skin amps up the vegetal/aquatic aura that makes me pucker up and sqeench my nose. The aired-out scent comes much closer to the scent of the flower for me, it’s more ephemeral, less dense. Maybe it’s in applying to the skin and sniffing closely and analyzing that put me off?
Mainstream surprise of the week – Gucci Guilty. It’s a light floriental, not heavy, incredibly wearable. That gold bottle was telegraphing Opium-like scent with “modern” oriental sensibility to me – meaning heavy, suffocating, without any of Opium’s charm. Instead it feels like a fresh, though not groundbreaking, take on a floriental – soft, pretty, a skosh flirty, but with nothing weighing it down. A nice entry into the mainstream market.
For those of you asking – my mom finally got released from the hospital post-surgery on Friday and is happily recovering at her home. It was really frightening. She was in recovery for five hours because they couldn’t get her to come around and couldn’t get her blood pressure to come up – finally gave her narcan to flush all the painkillers out of her system just to get her to wake up. Long story short, doctors never believe us when we tell them that what is normal blood loss to most people is devastating to her, so until they gave her back 2 units of blood, she was anemic, lethargic, had no energy, nauseated, really low blood pressure, was throwing troponin (heart attack chemical), tachycardic, and in a-fib. Basically the stuff that scares you to death when your mom is normally strong as an ox, but is also 76 and always has a tough time post-surgery. All is well, though, and I’m going to spend a week taking care of her over Christmas. That’s my Christmas present this year.