In my drab pyjamas, dreaming of the peacock
I love this.
A lush, strutting floral, Iris Tubéreuse smells not of iris powder or tuberose blooms, but of the most , head-turning blue hyacinths. A fierce galbanum and violet leaf head note, fused with white lilies, tuberose, and muguet, that gives the rocket green illusion of hyacinthine fireworks – the most brilliantly self-conscious party entrance.
This is a scent that demands to be sprayed just prior to your arrival for the maximum impact. The upward gush of flowers – verdant, spring-like, enticing – cuts through the air like a scythe : imposing, striking, and vivid ( I have a real thing for hyacinths; the push up through the earth, that heady and entrancing smell that verges on the hypnotic).
Later, the closing stages of the perfume prove possibly less perfect, more synthetic and confused (orange blossom, vanilla, musk), in the way that hyacinth perfumes almost always do (think Tom…
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The Black Narcissus 
Why must you tempt me so??!
You can talk!
Sounds absolutely enchanting, but goodness…the price. You are so correct, if it were half that praise it would be perfect.
No, because perfection needs flawless and endearing base notes. I would still love to be at a party somewhere, though that, and for someone to slash into the room wearing this. How often does that kind of perfume thrill happen?