Prada Infusion d'Iris eau de parfum is a real steel magnolia of a perfume. It's tender, even yielding as it works its way into an ample dust bunny of musk and iris.
But unlike most fragrances, it doesn't seem to subside once it reaches its crescendo. Or in this case, "crescendo-o-o-ooooooooooooooooo", as Infusion d'Iris's hazy clouds of powder and sentiment billow from the skin in a long-echoing, muffled boom.
It may smell soft, but it's sure as hell emphatic. And the signature of this Daniela Andrier creation is so distinctive that it's immediately recognizable, no matter who's wearing it, no matter how small the spritz.
Infusion d'Iris's dynamic of loud softness calls to mind Kenzo Flower and Chloé 'Love, Chloé, two other perfumes that successfully whip up a souffle of static electricity and femininity around an unbreakable metal spine.