Okay, I admit it. I’m a sample whore. I’ll come home from some store or another with samples in hand that are of stuff that I wouldn’t wear in a million years. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a private joke amongst the SA’s in giving me some of these. I mean, take into account the Barneys bag I ran across cleaning a corner of the closet where two samples of Iris Poudre and the empty box formerly housing an actual purchased fragrance had once resided.
Oddly enough, I decided to sample this in perhaps the perfect way possible, after a long bath. Now in a perfect world for this review said bath would have been filled with foot-high pink foam while I gushed on the Princess phone to Rock Hudson about Rock Hudson not knowing it was really Rock Hudson (consult Netflix for explanation). The scent is all pink and pretty iris.
That’s the opening.
To take the Ross Hunter metaphor further, this goes from “Pillow Talk” to “Madame X” with the addition of dark musks, but it’s still a great heaving corseted busom of a fragrance. In a thoroughly modern, pared-down way that while witty, seductive and winkingly sexy isn’t going to gas your partner into anaphylactic shock.
I’d never wear it. You ladies should.
$155 for 50ML at Barneys