I'm surprised that you're stopping short of a press release announcing Hermès Iris Ukiyoé as the iris for you. Because this has been quite a quest. A haphazardly-conducted quest, but a quest nevertheless.
On my own meandering iris quest, I now believe that “my iris” is Cartier L'Heure Promise. I'm still at the sample-begging stage with it, though, and there's every chance I could get to vial ten and go off the boil. And really, it's a cheat to call it “my iris”, because if I'm Frédéric-Malle-honest with myself, it's L'Heure Promise's sandalwood and musk that slays me, not the iris.
|A purple iris.|
As to your Jean-Claude Ellena perfume question: now that you mention it, I think he and I are passing ships in the night. There's admiration, but not lust. (Just from my end. I don't know how he feels about me.)
I pondered the list of his creations on Now Smell This, and the only ones that trigger an "ooh" from me are the most un-Ellena in the pack: L'Artisan L'eau d'Ambre and Hermès Elixir de Merveilles.
These are wooly, warm perfume duvets, more obvious than his current sleek, impeccably engineered wisps of scents. If I wore those wisps, I'd feel like I had on someone else's clothes.
I gather the whoop with Iris Ukiyoé is that it's based on flower of the iris, and not the roots as per usual. And even then, it's more of an interpretation of the flower than a holograph. So maybe you haven't found the iris for you. Because the iris for you isn't even an iris.
Last things first, I thought Iris Ukiyoé smelled prettier than the typical iris, but I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or a gift flower in the stigma. If the iris for me happens to be more impressionistic than realistic, then that just means I'm on the side of art and creativity. And flowers. Just like my man Jean-Claude Ellena.
|A purple iris.|
Were you never fond of Ambre Narguile? Even when you were on an amber kick? And none of those early The Different Company's grabbed you? I do like Osmanthus. And Brin de Reglisse. And I remember wearing Jardin Sur Le Nil for a time. But, no, none are warm or wooly. And I wouldn't get into a fight over any of them. But then Ellena doesn't make perfumes that inspire violence, not like that reckless Maurice Roucel (I swear I'll slap anyone who comes near me wearing Musc Ravageur).
For better or worse, Jean-Claude is a civilized sort and most of his perfumes seem intended for admiration and not lust. Though that doesn't necessarily reflect on his feelings for you. He might have strong passions and if approached correctly, his next perfume could be Elixir du Puckrik. Though that sounds dirtier than I'd intended. And certainly dirtier than Jean-Claude intends. So the name will need some work.
Over to you, Fumies: perfumes that inspire violence? (I already know that Stefush is ready to bring the pain to anyone daring to wear Dan Tes Bras around him.)
Read the Pen Pals on Hermès Iris Ukiyoé (Part One) here.
Flower photo by Ginther
Eye photo by NeTo