Diego Dalla Palma by Diego Dalla Palma
Bottle Design:
Luca Bonato
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Diego Dalla Palma 1989

8.4 / 10 17 Ratings
A popular perfume by Diego Dalla Palma for women, released in 1989. The scent is powdery-floral. The longevity is above-average. The production was apparently discontinued.
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Main accords

Powdery
Floral
Spicy
Woody
Synthetic

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes Top Notes
LemonLemon Mandarin orangeMandarin orange
Heart Notes Heart Notes
RoseRose Ylang-ylangYlang-ylang IrisIris JasmineJasmine VioletViolet
Base Notes Base Notes
MuskMusk Tonka beanTonka bean AmberAmber VanillaVanilla SandalwoodSandalwood
Ratings
Scent
8.417 Ratings
Longevity
8.617 Ratings
Sillage
7.717 Ratings
Bottle
5.813 Ratings
Submitted by LuckyDog, last update on 10/02/2025.

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ElAttarine

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In the Gaze of Divine Beauty
I could have sworn that just a breath ago the figure was not there. But now she stands there, silently. I carefully turn my head back over my shoulder, and yes, there she is, slightly behind me, in the dappled light of my father's citrus grove, looking at me. A penetrating and almost ghostly presence. No idea how she got there, as the only way would have been past me. The gentle wind carries the delicious aromas of mandarins and oranges to my nose, and there is more, a delicate yet intense powdery sweetness that almost drives me mad. Now, as I get closer, it becomes a bit stronger, somewhat like beautiful soap and slightly smoky, like the precious sandalwood they burn on special days in the Temple of Apollo. And then these flowers... Yes, this scent emanates from the figure that addresses me, me! here; it is the scent of her skin, very physical and in an incredibly alluring way, also somewhat rough. I feel like I'm dreaming and at the same time, in an unreal way, hyper-aware and completely clear, feeling with all my nerves. I even think I perceive a sparkle and shimmer like vanilla dust. Never before have my senses encountered something like this. Heavenly, otherworldly beauty, incomprehensibly enchanting and seductive. I cannot escape it. And at the same time so touching that I want to cry. When such beauty is shown to me, how can I ever be satisfied with mediocrity or indifference again...
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This fragrance not only tells stories, it does something to me in a refined way:
One could say it stages beauty as a calling, meaning I am subtly addressed here, I cannot simply turn away. And it does not work like some of the new monster scents that are so loud that I want to flee. Here, it is precisely in the subtlety that something compelling lies.
As others before me have already described, “Diego Dalla Palma EdT” is a musk scent of the good old kind. Not neutralized clean musk, but although incredibly elegant, still very physical and human. That is already a great art, how the highest elegance comes together with this physical-animalistic musk. I also smell the citrus notes, sweet-powdery, but never direct and flat, rather always somehow muted. And the beautiful flowers, powdery iris and sandalwood, consistently lightly sweet, but dry-powdery, in the final phase increasingly supported by (again dry) amber and vanilla dust.
Above all, it is the case with all the notes here that I am constantly teased and want MORE: I want to shout: give me more of that!, but it is always held back. This creates an incredibly erotic effect.
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In this respect, it is about platonic eroticism: Plato knew very well that desire consists of wanting something we do not have. In his “Symposium,” this is celebrated when the young beautiful Alcibiades is really hot for Socrates, who keeps him at a distance, thereby increasing his desire. It is always also about the fact that even the highest beauty can only be perceived when it appears in the form of human bodies. Physical love as access to divine beauty!
And then it also has something to do with ethics, because when I am allowed to experience such beauty, I cannot simply remain dull in the mainstream as if nothing had happened.
Rilke beautifully expressed this in his poem about the “Archaic Torso of Apollo”: The ancient sculpture of Apollo is damaged, it has no head anymore, but somehow it still looks at us, this damaged stone still shimmers “like animal hides” and radiates beyond its edges:
“for there is no place,
that does not see you. You must change your life.”
This fragrance shows me all of this: desire, eroticism, divine beauty, responsibility.

And it is simply a great sensual pleasure to wear it!
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Dear all, I am very grateful for this first whole year on Parfumo, the inspiring exchange, your generosity, the friendships formed, and so much more…
Wishing you a joyful and blessed Christmas 2024!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iy9_JS2VhjY
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Medusa00

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Awakens the Full Woman in You!

First of all, thank you, Can, for allowing me to get to know this wonderful scent.
Well, Marieposa and Can have already wrapped it in poetic, erotic words. I don't want to top that.
Nevertheless, this Diego awakens the full woman in you. How should one imagine full women? Like a shot putter from the Olympic team? No. Like one of those inflatable dolls from a dating show on an island? With atomic silicone breasts, pumped-up lips, and the IQ of a squeaky toy. Who herself no longer knows which parts of her are of natural origin. No! Or those felt-wearing women with eyebrows like Schulze's giant schnauzer, who believe a bra is a slingshot and mascara is a Japanese car brand? Definitely not.
The term "woman" is not meant to have a negative connotation here. Even "guys" can wear it.
Full women stand firmly in life, wear a work outfit with the same grandeur as an evening gown, have their own opinions, express them, but also know when to keep quiet.
You can't apply Diego half-heartedly and then just throw out a comment. Here, a woman rather melts away. And believe me, I'm not easily impressed anymore.
Actually, I can't even begin to unravel this work of art; it is so complex and multifaceted.
Mature citrus fruits roll by, but only as sorbet. Foam, with a slight sweetness. A sea or more of flowers, and all the ones I like! Iris powder, violet sweetness, and no, I can't categorize them all. Enchanting, intoxicating. Somehow otherworldly!
Cream, musk, charred shavings of sandalwood. And always a hint of subtle sweetness passes by. Powder!
What now? A negligee is needed. Lace from Plauen! Not black, not white! Purple, emerald green, or midnight blue. The slipper hero in his flannel pajamas will be wide-eyed. Your bi-weekly Tralalus will come to life again!
Discontinued! Unfortunately, the beauties sometimes die young. But Diego reminds me of other beauties that are even a bit similar. The "Anonimo Veneziano"
by Nobile 1942 or "Love, the Key to Live." A hint of Poison, without the punch. A somewhat surreal, animalistic melting of the 80s scents by Dali.
The bottle. I wonder what kind of madness the bottle designer fell into? Such a beautiful scent in a bottle that looks like a toilet duck on the run. Maybe he also wanted no one to buy Diego to have more for himself. We will never know.

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Marieposa

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Tainted Dreams
She probably just wants to close her eyes for a moment. Those eyes, with which she can silence an entire room. Cool as porcelain, her upper arm brushes against the smooth fabric of your shirt, and although she lets her head sink onto your shoulder, you feel that remaining tension in her neck that rarely fully leaves her. Barely noticeable, she watches under her lashes the taxi's journey through the canyons of buildings, the light trails gliding over the seats in a steady rhythm, wrapping around your limbs like an invisible bond, connecting you. You let your lips hover a few millimeters above her hair. Like a white gold fan, it has spread over your shoulder. And yet you dare not kiss the crown of her head, as a slight tug spreads in your chest, quickening your heartbeat.
She has her legs bent, has slipped her heels slightly out of her pumps, and her skirt has ridden up just a fatal inch too far, so it no longer conceals the spot where her stockings meet the waistband. You know the downy tassel with which she dusts just a hint of powder on her thighs so that the stockings leave no marks. You know her as well as the violet outline that blooms a few centimeters up her leg.
With the image in your head, the scent also comes. Or was it the other way around? But how does one describe the smell of nylon on powdered skin? The even movement with which her breaths lift and lower the contour of her chest in the gliding light? The relaxed posture in which her hand has sunk onto the seat? The shine of the perfect ovals of her nails, which now shimmer so innocently and whose traces could still be read on your back ... The delicate glow of the fine skin on her neck ... The hint of a perfume that she might have applied early in the morning, which could be No5, or not, that has merged with her cool skin. No matter how hard you concentrate, you see the slight quiver of her lips. You know she is not asleep.

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I like musky scents; I even enjoy them very much, as long as they are not too laundry-clean. However, there is always something that feels foreign to me and dims my desire to wear these scents myself. Either I perceive them too strongly or not at all, they are too clean or too intrusive for me - and when everything is right, I miss that little contradiction that my attention can latch onto and that makes the scent interesting for me.
Diego Dalla Palma is different in this regard: Here, a classic chypre structure is touched upon but not fully executed, floating ghostly in the room, making it hardly ignorable yet remaining so vague that it cannot be deciphered with analytical thought. It is no secret that I have a little penchant for chypre scents, and obviously, I also like to be led by the nose by them, as here. But that’s not all.
Within this structure, I perceive a hint of No5, which probably results from the iris-powder-dusted Chanel triad of jasmine, rose, and ylang-ylang, which is also listed here. But even these contours are so ambiguously defined that one enjoys tracing them. Did Marilyn Monroe's bed sheets perhaps smell like this in the morning if she really only wore a few drops of No5 to sleep?
However, the classic references here are merely decorative embellishments for the musk that dominates the scent from beginning to end, and just like Can, I also perceive the smell of nylon stockings here, although I am not so sure if there is really a woman's leg involved. The slightly smoky musk in Diego Dalla Palma strongly reminds me of the smell when opening a pack of Wolford stockings - the un-kitschy ones with the smooth band, although I assume that the ones with the lace might smell just as good.

It's a pity that this scent has long been discontinued and is actually no longer available. I guess I will have to continue without a musky scent in my collection in the future.

Thank you very much for allowing me to experience this so peculiar yet enchanting scent, dear Pollita and dear Can777!
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Can777

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Painted with beauty…!
How does a sensitive-aesthetic and artistic person pay tribute to femininity? Each of these aesthetes saw femininity differently. A Lagerfeld, a Yves Saint Laurent, a Montana, or a Valentino? All of these greats have paid tribute to feminine beauty in their careers. And many more! It is difficult to describe a woman... even very difficult! They are as unpredictable, colorful, and multifaceted as a color palette. But when you pour all the colors of the palette together, it always results in a deep black. Unfathomable and indescribably fascinating! Diego Dalla Palma has seen femininity every day of his life. He, one of the greatest makeup artists of his time. He perfected what could not be made more perfect. He brought out the best in every female face. The eyes, the mouth, the cheekbones. Yes, even the aura and the soul. Diego Dalla Palma dusted beauty with color. It was his gift and profession. He also gifted feminine beauty a perfume. What he gave to men, I know all too well. I wear his masculine signature. But that is another story. What Diego gave to women is on another page. Let’s write it down…!

Diego Dalla Palma by Diego Dalla Palma…..
Not everything that seems harmless is so! Take, for example, a rose-colored mantis or the very well-known Femme Fatal. No, no... this perfume is not for young women. That much can be said. Personally, I see it more suited to mature women. Unless one is a Lolita. Then it might fit. Possibly? Musk dominates here. But not the softened, purified, and sterilized musk that is so popular today. Here, there is animalistic, coarse-grained, and smoky-soapy musk. Just as it truly smells. Probably the purest and most real of its kind. Soapy, rough, and strongly physical. White musk or even synthesized, the good old ketone musk, also known as nitro musk. It serves as the backbone and corset. It is gently surrounded by powdery-soft and floral tones of violet and iris. It smells of soft-creamy powder. A slightly synthesized rose dances in. A brief impression of red nail polish. Not quite dry and still moist-glossy. Touched by soft-smoky and transparent notes of dry amber and vanilla dust. So delicate and filigree, and smoky like a nylon stocking. Finally, everything is tenderly creamed in woody and soft-creamy sandalwood oil. It hardly gets more feminine than this. And thus, it is so undeniably dedicated to the ladies..!

Conclusion
The aura that this perfume spreads is toxic... toxic-feminine!
And I mean this very positively, with great respect and worthy admiration. The longevity is remarkable. It almost merges with the skin and the wearer over hours and becomes one with her. The sillage is close to a calm heartbeat. Well perceivable and calm-composed. At that time, I had never encountered the perfume. I was probably too busy with the masculine variant Aqualambara. The perfume is a skin scent or better said a musk perfume. It touches sharply on an animalistic chypre. But it is not one despite the notes. If one were to associate this perfume with clothing, animals, art, or human traits, I would know quite a few! Seen as clothing, it would be a smoky-black, worn, delicately transparent nylon stocking. Soft and matte powdered, smelling of feminine humanity. Slightly greased with shimmering, silky-creamy body lotion. So filigree and delicate. But pulled tight... quite "captivating"! If it were an animal, then a rose-colored orchid mantis. Almost static, motionless, lurking, and merging with the environment. Hardly any physical effort to get what is important... food. And even if it is the own partner! If the perfume were a painting, then surely the Mona Lisa. A smirking and unfathomable smile that to this day no one knows what it means. If one were to refer the perfume to a person, then it would be the Femme Fatal. Her feminine magnetism more than aware. And also cold-blooded and ruthless, willing to use it if necessary! But what am I talking about? It’s just a perfume, isn’t it!? What is "unfortunately" no longer available. The perfume only had a very short era. Highly regrettable! But let me tell you. Sometimes it might be better this way. It would still cause collateral-feminine and indescribably beautiful damage today! Oh Diego,...... what were you thinking...?

Oh, that reminds me!
If the perfume were an opera, then certainly this....
Insanely beautiful…!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygZikaF_zDs

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Quotes of lascivious scents from the past.
Musk in all its disco glory.
Warm blossoms.
A time-honored base.
Seductively intentional.*
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Sweet love is made of this
Powder-soft musk skin
as soft as smoke flowers
in the shadow of Chypre claws
Touch me, baby, tainted dreams
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Touch your dirty musk
On cream-white pillows
A dance
In the warm jasmine blossom wind
Iridescent wingbeats
On sandalwood...
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In the ivory tower
Musk fog rises
Among floral vines
The princess's skin
Alabaster-colored
She was never chaste.
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Soft, creamy-bitter skin, powdered, spicy-smoky nylons. Red nails like rose thorns, floral, delicately floral bites. Mantis!
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The aura of a prima ballerina. Flawlessly made up. A sheen of sweat on snow-white skin. A lingering hint of a noble chypre scent. Classically beautiful.
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She dances only in the dark
Alone
In hold-up nylon stockings
Her mouth in scarlet red
When he looks at her
She crumbles to dust *
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Mandarin
on green
rose velvet on
your powder skin
iris-warm sheets
cream soft
like a whisper
flower splendid
and musky sensual...
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Motionless movement.
Warm, breathing skin beneath nylons.
There, under the alabaster shoulder blade, a dark feather grows.
White Swan going dark*
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Truly captivating. Herbal-powdery flowers embrace soft sandalwood. In the background, there's a subtle and seductive human touch +
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