Dzing! L'Artisan Parfumeur 1999

The first time I smelled Dzing!, I instinctively recoiled. What was that!? What is lovely and pleasant about it?! Would anyone want to smell like this?
The answer took quite a while to reveal itself. Over the years, I have tested Dzing! again and again. I ignored the wrinkled noses of friends and family and tried to understand the scent. And now folks, I am proud to announce: I got it. The answer is: Dzing! is not lovely and pleasant. No one will tell you how incredibly good and wonderful you smell with it. Better not wear it in the office or at the opera. People who don’t know you well and don’t realize you are perfume freaks might think you smell.

That could almost suffice as a fragrance description, but only almost. Because if Dzing! stinks - why do I still like the scent?
Because it wonderfully expresses closeness. Intimacy, familiarity, security with and within oneself. Don’t misunderstand: Dzing! is too intimate to be an olfactory cuddle blanket or to evoke familiar togetherness with the option for more. Dzing! is more like what you sometimes perceive when you enter your own room. Or smell your own clothes. Or when you press your face into a dog’s fur, which doesn’t smell like flowers either, but hey, you love him, and he sees you in your scruffy clothes and looks at you wagging his tail and happy. THAT is Dzing!