Iris de Nuit

There was a man I once knew from my profession whose presence in my life was all at once delightful and slightly jarring. I couldn't spy him without my eyes growing wide and thinking, "------.-----." (His name). He was only six foot two, but he carried himself like he was six foot eight, ducking under doors and stooping while talking to others. He was bald on the top of his head but the rest of his auburn hair was carefully coiffed, and he had a kind, expressive sounding voice - but he *affected* a stutter sometimes... just reveling in his own quirkiness? He always used a person's name repeatedly in conversations, and wore black turtlenecks pretty much exclusively. He was a professional violist, belonging to an orchestra and various chamber ensembles. Last month I went to a concert held in a beautiful church, of Italian Baroque and American 20th Century music (a terrific combination). I wore Iris de Nuit by James Heeley, and I did not skimp. This perfume clouded around me like a special effect at the climax of a movie in the fantasy genre. The weather had been hot (for a Canadian spring) and humid all day; the air had accumulated inside the church and it felt so stuffy the maestro untucked his shirt. Iris de Nuit is an adaptive and malleable perfume - it managed to remain beautiful despite, and even provide relief from, the stale and sticky environment. At intermission, hundreds of people hurdled out into the courtyard for the cooler evening air, not bothering with refreshments. My partner and I went to our car to drop off his jacket and find some change for a couple of coffees. The wind had picked up and it was threatening rain. As we returned to the church through the throng of concert-goers, I spotted a bald head, surrounded by little old ladies to whom he spoke, stooping. "-----.-----." I hadn't seen him in 5 years since I left my position. He was slightly ahead of me but to my left. Suddenly, a big gust of wind came from the right, sending my jacket flapping and hair flying, and when it was gone there he was turned right around and staring into my face. As I passed, smiling at him, he stood to his full height, and exclaimed, boldly without a trace of stutter, "you do not age." His eyes and the corners of his mouth appeared to say something additional. I like to think they were saying, "your presence in my life is all at once delightful and slightly jarring. And I think you're beautiful." 'I will never age wearing Iris de Nuit,' I thought. It is magic, flying on the wind, delightful, slightly jarring.

You know how some scents, you smell them, think about the notes, what it opens with, how it develops etc etc, and others, you apply and are just instantly transported to another time and place, notes, sillage, longevity etc are all totally irrelevant because the memory or image or emotion evoked by the scent are all that matters? Well, for me this is one of those scents. I have a sample of this. It was one I had been wanting to try, on my recent/current iris binge. I read the notes, read the reviews, ok well lets have a dab then, pull the little cap from the sample tube, apply to arm, wait a moment, lift arm: BAM! I am in Cyprus. High summer, up in a village in the mountains. I walking up the path through the uninhabited village, flowers overgrowing and cascading onto the path, dabbled shade of the trees, up past the vineyards, past the church, up to my great grandmothers grave. It was so powerful and so unexpected! One minute I am sat in my bedroom, deciding what to sample, the next I am back in Cyprus! So wonderful, so unexpected, so delightful! I must have sat for ages with my arm to my face, inhaling, eyes closed, not wanting to break the spell. I have no consideration to the notes, just the feeling...and the feeling that this is how it should be! Second time I sampled, slightly nervous...would the spell be broken, or would I once again be transported? Generous dabs applied, wait, close eyes, inhale... BAM I am at Auntie's house, in Larnaca, more specifically I am taking a shower in the bathroom she has built behind the kitchen, in the yard. A somewhat amateur effort, the window not quite fitting the frame, and as I wash in sunwarmed water a little lizard skitters in through the gap and observes me laughing. I don't know what it is about this perfume, whether a particular note, or the blend altogether but on every wear it has transported me to Cyprus. Why question it? All I know is that I love this scent - it would be enough if it "merely" was a magic portal to long forgotten memories, that it also smells amazing is an added bonus! And it does smell amazing, to me, on me. Some days it seems to come over warm, slightly powdery, floral, others cool, ore herbal, always beautiful. Alas, not so cheap, so I have some saving to do, but this is going right to the top of the need list! My only worry, would everyday wear diminish the memories?

جیمز هیلی در گروه معدود برندایی هست که علاوه بر تلاش به منظور ارائه ی روایح متفاوت، آثاری با کیفیت و درخور خلق میکنه که به شخصه احترام بالایی قائلم براش. آیریس دو نویت هم یکی از همین عطر هاست که همه چیز در اون نمره ی بالایی به خودش اختصاص خواهد داد. عطری کامل از همراهی زنبق و بنفشه که با همین دو نت در فضاهای مختلفی سِیر میکنه. این عطر، زنبق رو از وجه پودری تلخ و شیرین نشون نمیده؛ بلکه در کنار اون بُعد ویژه، حالتی خامه ای و تازه هم با خودش داره که باعث میشه تا زنبق هیلی از ارزش بالایی برخوردار بشه. شروع گیاهی و تند و گوشه دار عطر با روی کار اومدن زنبق حاشیه نشین، به آرامش میرسه و زنبق در کنار لمسی از مشک با بنفشه همراه میشه. حالت دلچسب پودری-خامه ای تازه و پر لطافت با اضافه شدن بوی شیرین و خاکی-چوبی بذر هویج، به اوج تأثیر گذاری میرسه. با حفظ محور با شکوه زنبق-بنفشه، مشک تمیز و درخشان به حاشیه میره و سدر دودی به این حاشیه اضافه میشه تا در کنار دانه های هویج با تأکید بر وجه چوبی و خاکی-دودی، چهره ای مستحکم و رسمی به کار بدن. زنبق پودری و خامه ای، بنفشه ی تازه و لطیف، مشک درخشان، در بستری دودی-چوبی و خاکی- نشاسته ای، فضای غالب آیریس دو نویت خواهد بود که هرچه به سمت پایان میره وجه دودی-چوبی کار کمرنگ میشه؛ اما اثر خودش رو در قالب پس زمینه ی چوبی لوکسی بجا میذاره و شیرینی پودری تمیز و کمی سبز، فضای غالب کار میشه. آیریس دو نویت یه کار مفرح، موقر، لوکس، خوش ساخت و نافذ و گیراست که از اوپنینگ سبز و گوشه دار به قلبی درخشان و شهوانی میرسه تا در پایه ای چوبی- خاکی، دودی و در نهایت، تمیز فرود بیاد که تمام این مراحل به مثابه سفری هست که زنبق و بنفشه در کنار هم اونو به پایان میرسونن. پخش خوب و ماندگاری فوق العاده ای که داره اونو به یه انتخاب درجه یک برای پوشیدن در هر زمان سال تبدیل میکنن... کامنت: م.ع (سایت لوکس بایر (با امکان تست سمپل

This is simply lovely. By the name this perfume was given, I firstly must say that it isn't the type of night scent that you would go clubbing in and meet someone and sparks fly, no. This is the type of scent that you wear with everything colored in twilight, maybe an evening stroll in a horse-drawn carriage through the park, mist surrounding the streetlamps. And the sound of someone playing 'Stardust' on a piano in the distance. It is so romantic and lovely, a simple and fresh iris, and nostalgic. It's earthy, herbal, and velvety. A bit misty. It is not a scent that is going to turn heads, it's up-close and personal. And while it is not as complex as L' heure Bleue or Infusion D Iris, it has an aura of utter beauty all of it's own. I have never seen a perfume that invoked such a sense of twilight, I just love the combination of powdery iris, violets and angelica. Beautiful. There is just something so magical about this... Just a little update...I just have to say after wearing this for the first time FB, I love this so much and for what the angelica does for the iris...so unique and so nostalgically romantic! And the violet...when it does make it's appearance, it is so lovely and wild and pure...what a delight! All day long I got marvelous whiffs of this beauty. And I think it has plenty of femininity. This is perfume is pure poetry!

As a lover of the brutally in your face Iris of Serge Lutens Iris Silver Mist, I was initially disappointed by this offering by Heeley. There is so much to like on paper, such as angelica and wild ambrette, cedar and amber. But on initial spritz I was instantly choking on a big fluffy violet stuffed up both nostrils! Not one for loud violets, I came fairly close to scrubbing this one off, but I'm glad I persevered. As Iris tends to do, it lurked in the background until those lascivious violets got a bit tired, before taking its friend carrot tops by the hand and springing more to the forefront. The middle stage is pretty much how this scent stays for the rest of it's life, which is rather short for the price tag it must be said. This is a slightly carrot laden iris, but not overtly so. It's not a waxy (lipstick) type of note either. It's kind of dusty and more subtle than many iris notes, which makes this eminently more wearable for most people who might otherwise struggle with iris, especially males. This lacks that powder and lipstick floral vibe, and is much more unisex as a result. That and the cedar and amber in the base make this a genuine all rounder. But once again, as has been my general experience of Heeley scents, I have quite a problem with its staying power. Other than that, this is lovely!