I wore Hermès Iris Ukiyoé yesterday and I didn't hesitate to wear it again today. It's like going on a great date and calling the next morning with an invitation to breakfast. Except I'd never do that, lest I come across as pushy. But perfumes don't judge, and so I fearlessly put on Iris Ukiyoé before breakfast this morning.
It has a little of the sea-air-on-a-cloudy-day character of Andrée Putman Préparation Parfumée (minus the driftwood), but it's greener, a soft green not unlike Comme des Garçons Calamus. But it's prettier than both of those, so pretty and peaceful it almost makes me want to cry. But I won't cry because that would betray the true character of Iris Ukiyoé, which is unsentimental. It's sane and its beauty lies in its sanity, its restraint.
Devastating unsentimental restraint: just try not to cry. That most of Jean-Claude Ellena's perfumes don't announce themselves to a room, don't tell offensive jokes after a few too many cocktails and somehow end up breaking the dining-room chair, seems to agitate many perfume nerds. But there's pleasure to be had in sanity, KP, and as unexciting as this sounds (I won't even bother press-releasing it), I think Iris Ukiyoé is the iris for me. Now that that's settled, what's your favorite Ellena? I don't remember you mentioning his perfumes very much. Are they unexciting to you? Is it because so many of them are determinedly unisex? Or sexless, even? (Original formulation of Rose Poivrée aside, of course.) Am I overlooking something or are Katie Puckrik and Jean-Claude Ellena merely ships that pass in the night? Would you ever consider breakfast with Jean-Claude? Dan