I wore Huitième Art Naïviris yesterday and I wish I hadn't. It's supposedly a powdery iris and zebrawood. At first, it smells like Montale Red Aoud sweetened with a fat dose of Huitième Art Sucre D'Ebène. Later it just smells like Sucre D'Ebène.
I'm bored with this line and I can't quite decide why. The four perfumes I've worn so far are all fine: they're likable, they smell good, they each have potential to be someone's favorite, but they're surprisingly sweet and sentimental for art, frankly sentimental, just on the wrong side of the "Hello, It's Me"/"Mandy" line.