Van Gogh’s Irises

Theo, the garden here, it breathes with color unlike any I’ve seen before. Irises, aflame with purple and gold, a riot of petals against the dull asylum walls. They are a miracle, these blooms. I watch the way they turn towards the sun, a force untamed, and my fingers itch for my paints. Here, within these confines, there is a wildness that speaks to my soul, and I must translate it onto the canvas. Each brushstroke is life wrung from my tortured mind, a symphony of hues that drowns out the echoes of madness.

The irises have no tragedy, only the fullness of their being. They blossom without shame, without guilt for the chaos of the world. In them, I see not my reflection, but a fleeting glimpse of the life I might have known. It is sanity in petals, a truth that exists beyond these walls. To paint, it is all that keeps the darkness at bay. My work, it will be my legacy, a testament to a spirit that clung to the beauty of the earth even as the world within me crumbled.

Top notes: sandalwood, lavender, bay leaf, citrus, tumeric
Heart notes: iris butter, clove, castorium, black currant leaf, powdery notes
Base notes: vanilla, brown sugar, oud, cardamom, tonka bean, amber accord, musk

Stone Cap: 100% Amethyst

23% – Extrait de Parfum