… I thought. I remember going through the Dior Homme palette for the first time in a perfumery in Amsterdam. That so many people, including my favorite YouTuber Sebastian from Smelling Great Fragrance Reviews, were raving about Dior Homme was completely incomprehensible to me. And yet: I kept being drawn to this simple, elegant, magical bottle. Eventually, my nose understood, accepted, and actually found this somewhat rough, noble scent to be very, very good. In direct comparison, I then chose the Intense version. This could have been the beginning of a wonderful love affair if my skin didn't simply swallow DHI. Neither the sillage nor the longevity, which others so appreciate, are convincing for me. What a pity! At the moment, the only solution is drastic over-application and frequent reapplication. Maybe my skin will learn, like my nose did months ago, how to handle such a fragrance.
