Frederic Malle Iris Poudre

I read a review of Iris Poudre on Makeup Alley that had me very intrigued. Reviewer isk107 wrote, “I have to be in the right mood to wear Iris Poudre. Perfect blowout, polished makeup, chic clothing.” I love the idea of dress-up fragrances, including Frederic Malle’s own Lipstick Rose, so I figured that I couldn’t go wrong with Iris Poudre. Then I actually tried it.

Iris Poudre is surprisingly sweet and very soapy. It is blindingly bright, very high-pitched in tone. I understand what isk107 meant by “polished”: Iris Poudre brings to mind platinum highlights and a somewhat chilly demeanor. It is more elegant than glamorous, more Grace Kelly than Marilyn or Mansfield. I can even see it on Tilda Swinton’s terrifyingly tempting White Witch.

Does anyone else wish they could be SWINTON for a day? I want to be 5’11” and live with my 2 boyfriends.

I am intrigued by Iris Poudre conceptually, but would not actually want to wear it. I have read many comparisons of Iris Poudre to Chanel No. 5, but Iris Poudre lacks the golden warmth that I adore in No. 5. There are 2 types of blondes in this world (this is not remotely true, but just go with it): Marilyn Blondes and Hitchcock Blondes. Iris Poudre clearly belongs to the latter category. In contrast to the bubbly demeanor of the Marilyn Blondes, Hitchcock Blondes are aloof and frankly a little scary. As Kim Novak said of Marlene Dietrich and Jean Harlow, “When they gave a man the come-hither look, the poor guy didn’t know whether he was going to be kissed or killed.” I’m afraid that I’m just not blonde enough for this perfume.