On the opening, it's the most glacial, frosty, devastatingly beautiful flower, frozen in time and space, appearing from a sort of rooty, carroty, almost soily broth, before the tiniest soupçon of incense swirls in, making it slightly warmer, although no less sinister. I've never smelled anything like this before, and it usurps Iris de Fath as the best roots-and-all, natural, witchy iris masterpiece I've come across. Many people below mention sadness. This isn't sad to me, it's a laughing imp, yes with a wicked demeanour, but with a twinkle in the eye. There is an almost chocolatey, enveloping cloak that comes from very rich, realistic orris (see Melt My Heart), and makes this a very cosy scent to me. I guess it's like Cruella's most exquisite stole, which provides her with luxuriant comfort but may appal those who behold it. Don't listen to those who say it's unwearable. Wear it and go about your day. You'll be rewarded! Update: it's brutal in even slightly warm, humid conditions. Still the greatest iris though.