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Better than you'd like...
When I read through the entries here like this, I have the feeling that most people here smell what they want to smell. Maybe from the history of the scent, from personal disappointment, maybe also from vindictiveness or simply from incapacity. It smells for hours like "Bleu de Chanel", unworthy of its name, reminiscent of "Horizon" or dishwater, characterless, boring, even infantile - in any case, in the broadest sense, a disgrace...
If you compare the fragrance with its predecessor, at least the disappointment may be understandable, if you don't and judge Dior Homme 2020 as a fragrance in its own right, the rest of the criticism is simply ridiculous. Really, I almost have to laugh how reality here is bent into a kind of subjective bashing universe, in which one pulls off the leash on behalf of all the crap in the world and writes the fragrance spitefully on the wall. Shit!
And who knows, maybe I would have felt the same way if I hadn't experienced the following:
So I was in a department store a few months ago and sprayed the new Dior Homme on a test strip. Not on the neck, because I didn't want to smell like Iris at the time. I just wanted to see what the new one smelled like. And he didn't smell bad and kind of new and very pleasant and no Iris at all and... nothing special! Yes, that was my first impression, just nothing special!!! And then I put the test tyre in my jacket pocket and left it there for the rest of the day, for the rest of the evening and until the next morning. And then I sat early in the subway and opposite me sat this guy, who looked kind of normal, but still very individual, grown up somehow. And I suddenly smelled this scent and I thought: Yep, exactly - this guy has something special and he smells the same way. And I thought to myself what that could be... maybe a Tom Ford I didn't know, maybe something niche, but without the kind of repulsive note that sometimes comes with it. Something normal, but with that special spin, that nichelike uniqueness that I hadn't smelled so pleasantly for a long time. And I admired him for it and wondered if I should ask him what kind of scent it was. And when I was about to do so, it suddenly fell from my eyes like scales from the scales: that wasn't him at all! It was me! Fuck!
Well, sometimes the world isn't what you want it to be. And sometimes things are just different than you think they are. And sometimes even your own nose teaches you better - whether you want it or not ;-))
If you compare the fragrance with its predecessor, at least the disappointment may be understandable, if you don't and judge Dior Homme 2020 as a fragrance in its own right, the rest of the criticism is simply ridiculous. Really, I almost have to laugh how reality here is bent into a kind of subjective bashing universe, in which one pulls off the leash on behalf of all the crap in the world and writes the fragrance spitefully on the wall. Shit!
And who knows, maybe I would have felt the same way if I hadn't experienced the following:
So I was in a department store a few months ago and sprayed the new Dior Homme on a test strip. Not on the neck, because I didn't want to smell like Iris at the time. I just wanted to see what the new one smelled like. And he didn't smell bad and kind of new and very pleasant and no Iris at all and... nothing special! Yes, that was my first impression, just nothing special!!! And then I put the test tyre in my jacket pocket and left it there for the rest of the day, for the rest of the evening and until the next morning. And then I sat early in the subway and opposite me sat this guy, who looked kind of normal, but still very individual, grown up somehow. And I suddenly smelled this scent and I thought: Yep, exactly - this guy has something special and he smells the same way. And I thought to myself what that could be... maybe a Tom Ford I didn't know, maybe something niche, but without the kind of repulsive note that sometimes comes with it. Something normal, but with that special spin, that nichelike uniqueness that I hadn't smelled so pleasantly for a long time. And I admired him for it and wondered if I should ask him what kind of scent it was. And when I was about to do so, it suddenly fell from my eyes like scales from the scales: that wasn't him at all! It was me! Fuck!
Well, sometimes the world isn't what you want it to be. And sometimes things are just different than you think they are. And sometimes even your own nose teaches you better - whether you want it or not ;-))
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