Sauvage Dior 2015 Eau de Toilette

Can a woman write a review for a men's fragrance? Whatever, I’ll just do it because it has to come out! Help, the fragrance bomb has exploded, somewhere in the middle of nowhere at JFK Airport.

When my husband and I had some time at the airport in NY in 2019 before our flight home, we strolled through the perfume shop to do a little sniffing. My husband boldly grabbed the bottle of Dior Sauvage and sprayed it as if there were no tomorrow. I was so irritated by his eager spraying that I couldn't react quickly enough to tell him to try the scent on a test strip first before dousing himself with it everywhere. Well, by then it was already too late. The fragrance bomb had already exploded, and with such force that it wouldn’t have taken much for him to be immediately locked up if it had been a real bomb. And I, as an accomplice for failing to restrain the spraying frenzy. "You can't be serious, what has gotten into you?" I asked or yelled at him, I honestly don’t remember anymore because I was so dazed by the expansive cloud of scent emanating from him that my ability to react was severely limited. I must honestly say, I have never felt so uncomfortable sitting next to my husband. Eight hours on a plane, trapped next to someone who exudes such a penetrating smell, is an unbearable torment. But to calm you down, he couldn’t stand the smell himself after what felt like 10 minutes of 8 hours either.

When I got home and washed the laundry from our vacation, and this sweater soaked in Sauvage scent fell into my hands, I felt nauseous. And I’ll tell you what, this scent is so penetrating and pervasive that it haunted me even after the freshly washed laundry. The sweater still smelled of it, and to my horror, I believe it still does today. It’s tucked away at the back of my husband’s wardrobe, and he hasn’t worn it since. I always wonder why?! Haha... I haven’t dared to smell it since then. And now, four years later, I was sitting on the train yesterday on my way to work, at 7 AM, and the fragrance bomb exploded again, but this time somewhere in the middle of nowhere on the regional express to Frankfurt. The entire train compartment was once again cloaked in this foul-smelling companion, sometimes not bad in full trains, but then the smell of stale air in the train is more pleasant to me.

Sorry to all the lovers of this fragrance, but it is so unbearably penetrating that I believe even with well-measured spraying, it is unbearable. At least for me. Maybe it’s just my husband’s poor spraying manners that are to blame, and I’m scarred for life. I don’t know, but when a fragrance takes up so much space, in the truest sense of the word, it’s really not nice. In this sense, don’t be mad at me, you dear male wearers out there, but I’m unfortunately damaged.