The iris starts out buttery, almost solid, I want to take it all in, devour it. I do not get tired of inhaling it, I do not find myself wanting to take a step back to enjoy the scent from a distance...No, I want to stay there, nose pressed against the skin, sniffing wildly like an animal, lest I miss a precious molecule that might fly off unnoticed. Re-reading this last sentence I realize these are words I’d usually reserve for something intensely musky, that never fails to awaken a primal sexual desire... But Dior Homme isn’t even remotely dirty, nor does it try to be suggestive. It smells brave and lonely, hardy and fragile at once, like the edge of winter. The iris soon goes from buttery to strangely metallic: the sound effect of a well-whetted blade being drawn, a blade so sharp it would push into flesh with an ease that would ensure the victim felt no pain until it was far too late. The choice of words is not casual: there is an element of danger in this otherwise calm, collected...perhaps even calculated scent. Something of a breath, a last warm sigh amidst the wintry chill. Then everything softens with a quite unexpected sweetness – a thawed heart that manages to beat again, slowly, like a clock that counts every precious moment. Smelling it on the skin of a loved one, I get the irrepressible urge to cuddle, feeling rather protective. Smelling it on my own skin, this sudden, almost illusory warmth, speaks of cable knit sweaters and sheepskin lined boots. Each time this gorgeous scent enters another stage, I can’t help but feel a pang of regret, which is soon replaced by gladness, for I do enjoy everything it has to offer. The drydown is not an exception... I can’t help but feel disappointed as the already quiet scent loses intensity, as though dispersed in the winds. Yet soon I settle in, once again interested, once again intrigued. Readily, I take in its powdery feel, dry and woody, like a scratched bourbon vanilla pod. The merest hint of leather keeps my senses entranced, dispelling any thoughts that a powdery finish might veer into the realm of the mundane. To me, this is a masterpiece.
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8 comments:
Dear Divina,
You have sold this to me already - as soon as possible I'm going to my local store to try (and maybe buy?) but would it be too masculine on a woman? It seems to possess all the qualities in a fragrance I most admire, and the magic word "class" puts it up there with the greats (Guerlain Habit Rouge for instance...)
A great review, and have a nice evening,
Linda
Oh Divina, wonderful review! I have to go sniff this. I want to get my husband something...He really wants Bond No. 9 Wall Street. I'm just not sure about it, though. Dior Homme sounds stunning. Maybe I can change his mind.
Hi Divina, Great blog! I'm so glad you reviewed this and commented on intensity, because... I tested the limited edition Dior Homme Intense(an edp) at a duty free shop and am *kicking* myself that I didn't buy it. Now I can't find it anywhere in the states or available online. I'm ready to start phoning up Dior shops. Have you seen it? Tried it? Thanks for the review!
Aimee in Austin
Great post! It's a love of mine too.
I've been held up getting you that little something in the post, for which my apologies. It'll go out tomorrow...
yeah, Dior Homme does that to us doens't?
I also got to know Dior Homme Spot and I found this flanker rather different than the previous, but I also found it very very interesting.
My husband preferred the One of D&G, which was quit sexy, but to me Dior does the trick...
regards, Simone
I just see that I never replied to the wonderful Leo (whose packet DID arrive :) ) Thank you for the kind words, Lee!
Simone, I agree with you, it has to be Dior! (The One is ok, but Dior Homme is just great!) I saw you also have a blog btw. Thanks for the link - I've linked back to you :)
my dearest, in your honor my blog will be also in english. than we and other friends abroad will be able to share it.
I loooove your blog.
Have a nice a weekend.
Simone.
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