I will first note that I don't care for the original Shalimar (or at least the Shalimar I have smelled, which I am aware is not the original-original.) So I would just prefer to think of Millésime Iris as its own thing. At first sniff, this is a real bombastic towering vanilla powdered wig spectacle of a Sofia Coppola Marie Antoinette confection, but there’s something kind of tacky and trashy about it too, like it’s all that “ Let them eat cake” audacious opulence filmed through a mob-wife leopard print suede purse Instagram filter of a reality tv show, thick with manufactured drama and desperate thirst. It’s a sort of sticky, gilded Versailles meets Jersey Shore dumpster fire of a fragrance. And believe it or not, initially, when I was testing it…I didn’t hate it. Later in the evening, I smelled a smoky woody vanilla floral phantom masterclass of luxury and beauty wafting from my sweater cuff, and I nearly swooned. DEAR GOD WHAT IS SO INTOXICATING, I thought. Surprise! It was that tabloid headline trending hashtag of a vanilla from earlier in the day! Millésime Iris, you contain multitudes, and I am here for all of them.
I will first note that I don't care for the original Shalimar (or at least the Shalimar I have smelled, which I am aware is not the original-original.) So I would just prefer to think of Millésime Iris as its own thing. At first sniff, this is a real bombastic towering vanilla powdered wig spectacle of a Sofia Coppola Marie Antoinette confection, but there’s something kind of tacky and trashy about it too, like it’s all that “ Let them eat cake” audacious opulence filmed through a mob-wife leopard print suede purse Instagram filter of a reality tv show, thick with manufactured drama and desperate thirst. It’s a sort of sticky, gilded Versailles meets Jersey Shore dumpster fire of a fragrance. And believe it or not, initially, when I was testing it…I didn’t hate it. Later in the evening, I smelled a smoky woody vanilla floral phantom masterclass of luxury and beauty wafting from my sweater cuff, and I nearly swooned. DEAR GOD WHAT IS SO INTOXICATING, I thought. Surprise! It was that tabloid headline trending hashtag of a vanilla from earlier in the day! Millésime Iris, you contain multitudes, and I am here for all of them.