THE benchmark in iris.

Buttery, suede-y, soft, powdery iris that - nothing loud or crass or attention seeking, it just softly weaves it's charming spell as it wraps you in a linear, hypnotic, iris bubble (and possibly around it's finger).

I sense whilst wearing this that I must appear a tad soft focus and slightly lilac in colour to others (though no one has thought to mention it so far). My skin is velvety, my voice is attracting butterflies and birds and I'm especially eloquent in meetings. I could eat a bowl of spaghetti in a white silk top and the errant drops of tomato sauce would actively keep themselves clear of my clothing...... BUT! I cannot allow myself to be mesmerised by this potion! I must be strong (and remain messy, dry skinned, regular beige coloured, constantly losing words out of my head and covered in tomato sauce).

Because although this stunning creation is the yardstick by which all iris fragrances must measure themselves, although it lasts and lasts for hours, and although it may magically transform me into an elegant Isabella Rossellini-esque creature of refinement and sophistication... I CANNOT fathom a time when I would be OK with paying £500 for 50ml! No. I'm sorry, Iris, but this 2ml will have to be treasured and used sparingly because NO.