Dior Homme Dior 2020 Eau de Toilette

When I read the negative entries here, I get the feeling that most people only smell what they want to smell. Perhaps due to the history of the fragrance, personal disappointment, maybe even out of revenge or simply out of inability. It smells for hours like "Bleu de Chanel," it is unworthy of its name, synthetic muck, dishwater, characterless, boring, even childish - in any case, a disgrace in the broadest sense...
If you compare the fragrance with its predecessor, at least the disappointment may be understandable, but if you don't and judge Dior Homme 2020 as an independent fragrance, the rest of the criticism is often just shaking your head. Really, I almost have to laugh at how reality seems to be twisted into a kind of bashing universe, where one lashes out on behalf of all the crap in the world and maliciously tears a fragrance apart. Crazy!
And who knows, maybe I would have felt the same way if I hadn't experienced the following:

So a few months ago, I was in a department store and sprayed the new Dior Homme on a test strip. Not on my neck, because I somehow didn't want to smell like iris at that moment. I just wanted to know how the new one smells. And it didn't smell bad and somehow quite new and quite pleasant and not at all iris and... nothing special! Yes, that was my first impression, just nothing special!!! And I then put the test strip in my jacket pocket and forgot about it for the rest of the day, for the rest of the evening, and until the next morning. And then I was sitting in the subway in the morning, and across from me sat this guy who looked quite normal, but still very individual, somehow grown-up. And suddenly I smelled this fragrance and thought to myself: Yep, exactly - this guy has something special and that's exactly how he smells. And I wondered what it could be... maybe a Tom Ford I didn't know, maybe something niche-like, but without an off-putting note that sometimes lingers. Something normal, but with that special spin, that niche-like uniqueness that I hadn't smelled so pleasantly in a long time. And I admired him for it and thought about whether I should ask him what fragrance that was. And just as I was about to, it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks: That wasn't him!!! That was me! Fuck!!! And totally shocked, I fished the test strip with the new Dior Homme out of my jacket pocket..................
Well, sometimes the world is not what you believe. And things are sometimes just different than you think. And sometimes even your own nose teaches you better - whether you want it or not ;-))