Splendid Attars
November 8, 2025 at 08:23 PM
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I spritzed Ultra expecting polite prettiness and got a mirrorball to the face in the best way. Hiram Green has a habit of making all-natural perfume feel supersized without the usual synthetics, and Ultra doubles down on that trick. It’s floral, yes, but not the whispery, botanical kind. Think a bouquet that just elbowed its way into Studio 54, lacquered and grinning, all hips and high notes.
On my skin, Ultra opens bright and fast, like lights going up mid-chorus. There’s a rush of petal-sheen that reads white and glossy, with a citrus sparkle that keeps the mood lifted. Then the heart gets creamy and a little reckless. It’s plush but not powdery, more satin slip than silk shawl, with a juicy, almost nectar-like sweetness that avoids jammy excess. The base turns warm and skin-close, a soft-focus hum that lingers long after the last track. If you’re allergic to scrubbed-clean musks, relax. This feels human, a little warm-blooded, and thankfully not detergent-bright.
Natural perfumes are often accused of fading too quickly or behaving like well-bred botanicals. Ultra doesn’t apologize for wanting to be seen. It projects with a confident sway, then settles into a slow, hazy groove. I’d wear it to a late dinner, I’d wear it to a gallery opening, I’d wear it on a Sunday morning when I want to feel like I’m getting away with something.
If you know Hiram Green from creations like Moon Bloom or Slowdive, you’ll recognize the signature: materials that smell alive, a structure that still throws serious shape, emotion over perfection. Ultra feels like that moment the dance floor peaks, when strangers are suddenly co-conspirators and the night decides to be legendary.
Is it a white floral, a nectarous glow, a skin-warmed hum? Yes. Don’t overthink it. Let it move.
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Published: November 8, 2025 at 08:23 PM