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Posted by Dain, Tuesday, January 29, 2008 9:06 PM (Eastern)
On a very rare occasion, one encounters a perfume that constitutes a seismic shift. For a very long time now, I've been pining after a bottle of Serge Lutens Tubéreuse Criminelle, and no doubt you have all grown tired of my bitchin' and moanin'. I have tried at least a dozen tuberose soliflores in the hope I might find something comparable but accessible. Diorissimo is not comparable. It is far greater—no contest, I have samples of both in my eager little hands. In a rare moment of truthful advertising, Diorissimo is exactly what the image implies: absolute splendor, the radiance of a rarely seen smile, the height of feminine poise, and in spite of its cool standoffishness, a frisson of sex appeal that appeals all the greater for its reserve. Tantalized by a hint in the even icier Chanel No. 19, I turned to the iconic lily of the valley, a delicate yet heady white floral that pools at your feet like the finest lace. Never would I have imagined my favors to shift so decidedly, so instantly, but perhaps that is a testament to this masterpiece. I swoon. I need to find myself a bottle of this right away, preferably in the largest possible, as I will go through it like water.
My perfume wardrobe is shaping up rather differently than I had imagined it would: Diorissimo, Parfum Sacré, Bandit, and maybe Bois et Fruits. But it strikes me a highly respectable list, a very long way from the days when Lolita Lempicka topped my wishlist (a scent abhorrent to me now).
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