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Prada Infusion d'Iris - my Signature Scent ( for now )
My dear ever-goer, mood-improver and world-pain-spreader - today I dedicate these lines to you, because you deserve it. I wear you often and with pleasure, already many years you are my own, I am in possession of a large 200 ml - vat and can fill as needed.
I also wear your name - and you make him all honor - for that I thank you.
If I think of you and your fragrance nuances, lightness and security fills me.
When the first buds and early bloomers show themselves, the anticipation of the warm and finally sunny season begins. I am so longing for spring, especially this year. We are in need of some joy and relaxation, and who knows what else awaits us in the time ahead.
Infusion d'Iris starts fresh and light with tangerine and orange blossom. Faintly aldehydig, with something abgespecktem vetiver. Then it comes, the powdery and significant scent of lily, all-encompassing and strong. It is joined by distant fine delicate woods. And flowers again. What a mixture. I don't smell incense. It is floral dance of the highest order, it immediately brings a smile to the face. Iris means rainbow and so dazzling is the scent. Floral, fresh, creamy powdery but never overbearing. Like a clear spring day.
Today is such a similar day. I'm sitting in my lawn chair with the sun tickling my face. Little snowdrops are peeking out everywhere, and the other early bloomers are showing themselves in manifold ways. A cheeky squirrel makes his way through the trees and bushes with some climbing skills and actually jumps perkily over my shoes. You little sweet cheeky, welcome!
My Garden of Eden. Infusion'd Iris is part of it.
No one describes it better than good old Goethe:
Freed from ice are streams and brooks
by spring's fetching, invigorating glance.
In the valley greens hopeful happiness.
The old winter in its weakness
retreated to the rugged mountains.
From there he sends, fleeing, only
fainting showers of grainy ice
in streaks across the greening meadow.
But the sun tolerates no white.
Everywhere education and striving are stirring,
everything it wants to enliven with color.
I'm sure you know the ending, don't you? We could all recite it from memory once.... (didn't we!?! )
Will we see a throng of people again like before?