I’ll keep ya’ll out of suspense on how I feel about the Serge Lutens La Vierge de Fer – I hate it. Until about 3-5 hours in or so. Not sure how long because we were running around Paris, and I wasn’t paying enough attention after I decided I hated it.
La Vierge de Fer means “Iron Maiden.” I read the press release on this, and I’m not copying it here because I am pretty embarrassed to do so. It’s like teen vampirfic – over the top confusing prose, which I wouldn’t mind thaat much if the darkness of it matched the fragrance. Sorry, I just can’t even pretend to get it. I’d be more forgiving if the scent – lily – was something a little iron or tough yet tender. Instead, I get…
fricking soap. Not just me, but my two travel companions as well. Soap, soap, soap, soap, soap. No virigins, no toughness, no poems, no Cain and Abel. We were not amused. Now, when we sat down to rest our feet from a hard day of shoe shopping in Galleries Lafayette, swilling down a well-earned glass of red wine, I sniffed it again and did not hate it, and I’d wear it, but it was just a nice lily at that point.
That’s all I have to say about it. I’ve read Victoria’s review, and she likes it well enough. Maybe the lack of darkness and more shadows threw me, but I stand by my soap proclamation, but reserve the right to change my mind They were out of stock at Serge, so I couldn’t get a bottle to mess around with more right then, and I may decide it’s not all that bad if I can spray it and soak in it, but the dab on my wrist was inexpressibly sad.
Miss you guys, I’m heading home as you read this! So should Serge have attempted another lily after the beautiful Un Lys?