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A unique fragrance - in a double sense
Three weeks ago I spent some time again in my nearby favourite shopping centre in Hamburg-Poppenbüttel. It's not like we have more than one mall in this part of town now. But even then, it would be my favorite mall. But I'm digressing again. In any case, my lady of the heart was out and about in a shop genre that I didn't find interesting (women's clothing, for those who were just wondering) and I walked through the local perfume shop of the old-established perfumery family with the "D" at the beginning of the name. For the size of the shop I am always surprised how much space there is for cosmetics and how little space there is for men's fragrances. I think that's probably this "gender" that a lot of people talk about.
I've never looked there specifically for Dior. This time I wanted to move the Eau Sauvage (2017) from my watch list to the wish list and found the small Dior stand almost in the middle of cosmetics. I was no longer sure which one was from which year and which one is now actually wanted to try it out. So I asked the friendly lady with the face contours covering, a touch too thickly applied, make-up. Unfortunately, she was not sure in this case either and had to call for a more experienced colleague. In the meantime I had established a connection to the headquarters (parfumo.de) via the shopping centre WLAN (at "D" the reception is somewhere between telegraphy and GPRS) and was able to answer my question myself before the lady came back and pointed to the wrong bottle. So be it. I was in a good mood, because I could indulge in my favourite pleasure and sniffed me through all the Eau Sauvages as a precaution. Yeah, the 2017 was pretty much my case, though I kind of smelled rice, too. Rice is not my favourite smell now, but that was only the top note. The swank test strip (at the Dior booth they almost have the size of the big Milka XXL packs, I think I at least remember) I put in and took it home with me.
The fragrance developed very beautifully and enveloped our hallway at home with a gourmandy-fresh note. The next morning the stripe still smelled fantastic and I quickly decided to treat myself to a 50ml bottle
When I put on the scent a day later in the morning after taking a shower, my wife asked me what was going to stink like that. I told her it couldn't be me, since I was taking a shower. "Maybe the dog let one go" was my guess. No, not at all. She meant a man-made "perfume scent." The scent that made her feel such an unspeakable headache! That's when I had the salad. I had only tested Eau Sauvage on paper, not on my skin. Bad mistake, Norleans! (My wife doesn't call me Norleans, by the way, only briefly on the edge).
If a fragrance causes my wife a headache, that's the death sentence for that fragrance. Then it must never be sprayed in the house again! Beautiful Sche..., uh Malheur. My one day old, beautiful bottle with the great OVP was not allowed to enjoy the company of my other fragrances in the first place. That same evening I advertised it in the souk and found a nice perfume with which I could exchange it for something else nice.
Despite everything, I find Eau Sauvage an incredibly fragrant, almost gourmand scent in the top note, which is unique for me until now. The scent components cannot be distinguished (for my nose). The overall composition results in a true suit scent, actually almost tuxedo scent. Really nice and noble. I find him really great and I am still a bit sad that he will be denied me (with this woman).
The one or other event in the above text is perhaps a bit exaggerated and I love my wife :-) But sometimes a certain odorant is present, which then triggers real headaches. And as a loving husband, I usually choose my wife when in doubt. Except for Noir Anthracite, when Tom had won.
With a big wink I thank you for reading and wish you a nice evening.