Splendiris is a different take on iris, this time we get the flower...
Splendiris is not the typical iris we have come to expect from “perfume iris”, there is no lipstick vibe, no excessive powderiness, nor that typical dusty, earthy, rooty scent of synthetic orris that has become “iris” in our minds. The heart of Splendiris smells more like the actual iris flower instead of just the orris butter to my nose, especially the mid dry down phase, which is an entirely different scent from the iris root. I get a botanical iris flower with the leaves, created from an accord of orris butter, violet, violet leaf, carrot seed, rose and fig leaf. It smells like a hybrid of the violet flower and iris flower combined, which are both similar in scent, and both can only be smelled by pretty much sticking your nose into the flower. If you have done that then you will recognize the iris scent more so than the standard orris we come to expect in an iris perfume.
The opening of Splendiris isn’t blue-like to my nose, the blue, green and purple notes combined with orange, mandarin and rose, gives it an energized multi colored scent initially. As the notes settle during the dry down, the blue aspects take over and become more prominent and the sweet orris butter becomes more noticeable, and this is when I begin to smell the iris flower recreation. The earthiness from the vetiver starts coming through later, along with some muskiness from the ambergris and warmth of vanilla and it has a sort of waxiness, sort of like sniffing a candle burning nearby. There is no smokiness or anything like that, but like the scent emanating from a candle which is slightly different from perfume. I even get a slight paper like feel, almost like turning the pages of a book near a calming botanical candle.
For me, Splendiris starts out bright eyed and energizing like a sunny morning with flowers opening, and transforms into a garden of soft blue irises in the afternoon, and ends with candlelight under the moon, and irises just outside the window, ending somewhat bittersweet as the irises start to close for the season.