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Of lost youth, long nights and the question of whether memories are accurate or distorted
This is my first comment.
With Dior Homme, my love for perfume began at the age of 16 (13 years ago ... fuck) as Hedi Jünger in the West of Paris.
With Dior Homme Intense, I bought my first fragrance a good year later, with which I still associate an entire period of life, unforgettable experiences and too many, too long nights and subsequent days.
Since a few weeks, after many years of DHI abstinence, I am again the owner of a bottle. Far too many years have passed, I myself am now more between zoologists, Indults and Frederick Malles and a few grey hairs have gotten lost on my head.
The love for DNA is still there. Enough has been written about the fragrance profile.
Dior Homme Intense is like a childhood memory for me today. When I think of frictions in the schoolyard that you had as a child with friends you still know today, people appear to me in my mind's eye as they look today. Vivid pictures of how friends, of whom I know what they look like at 30, looked like at 12, don't want to come to me. It's a bit like that with DHI. I know it was stronger, I think it was vanilla too. But maybe that's just because I'm into vanilla in the niche.
But maybe the scent was always like that and it was just an untrained, little spoiled, youthful nose, to which something really, really good happened, maybe the time was one with greater intensity, maybe it was 12 sprayers instead of the two that are today.
What remains is that the feeling of standing in the queue of a club at 18 with a cloud of vintage DHI will never exist again. Not the formulation, and not the years in which the special formulation of a perfume makes every special moment a little bit more beautiful.
In this sense - cherish moments, love perfume for the fact that it can help to keep them longer AND if you have a fragrance that you really love, where it is absolutely clear that it will be worn to all moments that can be special, should be - BUY YOUR BOTTLETS.
Your future-you will thank you for it.
With Dior Homme, my love for perfume began at the age of 16 (13 years ago ... fuck) as Hedi Jünger in the West of Paris.
With Dior Homme Intense, I bought my first fragrance a good year later, with which I still associate an entire period of life, unforgettable experiences and too many, too long nights and subsequent days.
Since a few weeks, after many years of DHI abstinence, I am again the owner of a bottle. Far too many years have passed, I myself am now more between zoologists, Indults and Frederick Malles and a few grey hairs have gotten lost on my head.
The love for DNA is still there. Enough has been written about the fragrance profile.
Dior Homme Intense is like a childhood memory for me today. When I think of frictions in the schoolyard that you had as a child with friends you still know today, people appear to me in my mind's eye as they look today. Vivid pictures of how friends, of whom I know what they look like at 30, looked like at 12, don't want to come to me. It's a bit like that with DHI. I know it was stronger, I think it was vanilla too. But maybe that's just because I'm into vanilla in the niche.
But maybe the scent was always like that and it was just an untrained, little spoiled, youthful nose, to which something really, really good happened, maybe the time was one with greater intensity, maybe it was 12 sprayers instead of the two that are today.
What remains is that the feeling of standing in the queue of a club at 18 with a cloud of vintage DHI will never exist again. Not the formulation, and not the years in which the special formulation of a perfume makes every special moment a little bit more beautiful.
In this sense - cherish moments, love perfume for the fact that it can help to keep them longer AND if you have a fragrance that you really love, where it is absolutely clear that it will be worn to all moments that can be special, should be - BUY YOUR BOTTLETS.
Your future-you will thank you for it.
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