I scored some Le Labo samples today and I've finally come around to trying Iris 39, one of your original LL recommendations for me. And I must say I prefer it to the other irises I've worn.
For some reason, I'd assumed it was more of a masculine iris, one of those grim Ingmar Bergman scents that lead to contemplation and misery, usually over the fact that I'll never find an iris that doesn't make me miserable.
But Iris 39 is different: lighter on its feet, almost spring-like, not frivolous but not one of those boring boardroom irises either. It's what I'd hoped Heeley Iris de Nuit would smell like, but instead that one made me draw the curtains and ponder why I've never had a proper job, one that could provide an appropriate context for all these irises that seem so depressing when cast against my own exhilarating existence. Iris 39 is not one of those irises. I'm not quite ready to declare it the iris for me, but I know it's not the iris for Ingmar Bergman and that's at least a step in the right direction. Dan