Polyanthes

This is a rich and pretty musk on me. For something called l’air de rien it has quite a substantial feel to it. It opens quite innocently with dusty neroli which does carry through the life of the perfume but takes a back seat after a while. It quickly gets dirtied up a bit by the pungent oak moss and patchouli. I’m no lover of clean musks, and LDR is certainly not a clean smelling perfume, I adore the deep musty, ever-so-slightly funky (in the best possible way) muskiness in this. The amber is very, very nice too and gives it some warmth and cosiness.

Like many Miller Harris perfumes It has a classic perfume quality whilst also managing to be contemporary, and very wearable.
I like to wear it on my torso and underarms to really warm it up so that it mixes with my skin chemistry and becomes kind of me, but more. I find it very sensual in a cosy and intimate way. Although I wear perfume primarily for my own pleasure, if others like it too then that’s peachy - I have had very positive responses to this one from the male of the species ;-)

This does seem to be a bit of a polarising fragrance and I think that could be about what your skin does with the oak moss and patchouli in here, there is something about the base which your body chemistry has to like for it to work. I’ve got quite a few of Lyn Harris’s creations from the early 2000’s and I really like the bases she was using at the time, (well, I like everything she was doing really) they just work well for me and I’m so happy about it.

I get moderate sillage and great longevity from this, as the hours pass it becomes a little softer and sweeter with warm vanilla coming through the musk more.
MH is one of my favourite perfume houses.
I love L’air de Rien and it gets top marks from me.

Every stage of this beauty is heavenly to me. I wear it any time of year but particularly love it in very cold, damp weather (which we get plenty of here in the UK), it brings out the natural, moist character of the rose.
The rose is the star here and is evident throughout the life of the perfume. I just love the luscious, juicy open heart of a rose at the start with a little lift from the violet leaf and I usually overspray to get a load of that. But hey, that's ok, because it's an amazing composition and has no harsh or painful edges whatsoever.
Pepper, coriander and a perfectly soft, high quality, rounded dark tobacco note join with the rose so beautifully, seamlessly luring her into more daring, darker, denser aspects of her character. (I love tobacco and this is one of the best I have smelled).
The patchouli is a very mellow dark green dry earth, subtle, a supporting role. I also detect a black assam tea note. The cumin I don't really smell, but I think it helps everything to merge with our lovely, natural human skin smells. And the ambrette musk is the soft peach skin bed it all rests on.
The base of this perfume is really very good, traces left on skin, clothes and hair make me want to burrow my nose deep into the smell. There is a richness to this and a sumptuous creaminess beneath the later stages which I adore, where does that come from? I don't know but this stuff just loves my skin chemistry and I love it back.
Rose en noir - she's a strong character who dances to her own tune, for sure, it took me a while to become accustomed to her, but now I know her, she is also warm, intimate and thoroughly engaging.
Sillage very good for a couple of hours then gets closer.
Longevity is awesome on my skin and my clothes.

To my nose this is a rich, super-naturalistic fougere with patchouli and other elements combining to stand in for the oakmoss.
A generous dose of sweet and comforting coumarin, plenty of sticky leather labdanum, mossy, very green and woody patchouli, a hint of herbal lavender, a lick of natural liquorice and an uplifting zesty infusion of grapefruit peel.

Rentless reminds me of the aromas of newly sawn pine trees and rubbing my fingers on the gummy underside of freshly unfurled fern leaves.
It's a walk in a slightly surreal evergreen forest, where the dark emerald vegetation crushed underfoot is pungent, sweet and larger than life.

Heady, fulsome, earthy, verdant and bittersweet. I imagine it to have been whipped up by a Shakespearean apothecary.

Tenacious longevity and it is strong, the first time I wore this I overdid it with the spritzing and it nearly killed me - I felt as though the ferns were curling themselves around me, sticking to me, squeezing. The forest floor had taken on a treacly quicksand quality and was sucking me into its green viscous depths.

I really like it.

Lusty Lust, these flowers are out of control and shooting from the hip.

This does really smell like jasmine, but MORE. A riotous cacophony of jasmine, wide open jasmine that's been dancing and sweating under fantastical solar rays all afternoon and into the evening, gorgeousness dripping off it. It is 'muchy', the kind of jasmine you might encounter as the centre piece at the Mad Hatters' tea party if you followed Alice down the rabbit hole. Ripe, spicy ylang is there too and a little bit of soft rose in the background, trying (and failing) to keep the situation under control. Everything is so warm and open, bright and intense. Some camphorous indole, a little bit of petrol fumes, but 'oh so pretty' too.

I've never got through a bottle of perfume so quickly as I did with Lust, I was addicted to it for a couple of months. It was a brief but fantastic love affair.
My daughter has adopted it as her signature now, so I don't wear it anymore, but I still get to smell its outrageous wonders regularly.

Lust is loud and proud, it has an anarchic sense of humour and keeps you smiling with a wry little grimace all day long.
Songs in the mood of Lust might be Foster The People Pumped Up Kicks DUBSTEP remix. And if you go a bit mad with the spritzing It's going to turn into I Wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones.

Crazy, beautiful, unapologetic.

I'm becoming such a fan of Hiram Green. I'm surprised and delighted by each new genius creation of his I smell :-)
Rich, ripe, full and sweet. Shangri La opens with a burst of citrus which quickly gives way to a soft and fuzzy, bruised and sweet peach which is a little past its sell by date. The flowers are subtle and beautiful they are well blended into the whole, I don't notice the iris which is a shame. It is lovely, 3D plush and smooth and obviously expertly blended.

There is no denying that it does bear a remarkable resemblance to my all time favourite Mitsouko. Perhaps it's unfair to pit this all natural against one of the greats but Shangri La is so good that I think it can handle it. So out of interest I’m doing a side by side comparison as there are a couple of significant hairs to split:

The main differences to my nose are that the citrus evaporates off of the top of Shangri La much more quickly leaving the over ripe peach pulverised into the oakmoss and making the composition as a whole more immediately available. It has the very lovely Hiram style moist yet powdery thing going on and is ever so slightly gourmand (I'm sure I can smell a smudge of coconut). The flowers show themselves more than the spices do. That deep, plump smoothness is really something special.

In Mitsouko, the peach is harder and more squinty juicy. The bergamot zest holds its ground right the way through the dry down, the spices show up more than the flowers do and even as the perfume sweetens into the voluptuous, sexy base, it holds together with some restraint, it stays somewhat tart and a little serious, I suspect there is more vetiver in Mitsouko. The oak moss is very sensual yet dry as a bone. I love this about it.

So, Shangri La is more smooth, languid, ripe and friendly, leaning towards gourmand and Mitsouko is more dynamic but controlled, serious and demanding, leaning towards animalic.
Both are beautiful compositions and I’m seriously impressed by Hiram Green.