Fahrenheit Dior 1988 Eau de Toilette

I was happy that my son was able to choose from the scent samples he smelled at home after a few trial runs, one that represents him well: Fahrenheit. I wanted to give him his first real eau de toilette for Christmas. So, a big deal!

Yesterday, after riding, I had a spritz applied to my wrist at the perfumery while picking him up. What a shock! The current reformulation smells to me like this:

15 construction workers are supposed to tear up the road at the gas station at a traffic junction in July. The boss has had a falling out with the portable toilet company. The workers have to make do. They find a corner next to the gas station.

Today they are paving. It’s 40 degrees. Someone has spilled gasoline at the gas station. I have to go to the pee corner, which has been set up for three weeks now and is being frequented eagerly. And it is exactly there that I perceive the smell that the reformulated Fahrenheit triggers on my skin: urine, tar, gasoline, exhaust fumes, and all of it intensified threefold in the heat, but clearly dominated by the smell of urine.

To be honest, I have to say that the horse manure smell still lingers a bit in my leather jacket after riding. That, along with Fahrenheit, has created this explosive mixture.

Interesting how readily Fahrenheit is willing to mutate into something third with just a little push, like here with the horse stable smell.

I tested the current Fahrenheit again the other day without the horse jacket and can give the all clear.

My son will smell just as he wishes, and I wish him much success with the ladies.

The 10 can stay.