Dali Salvador Dali Extrait de Parfum

Could have been said by Dali. But the saying is mine. But after all, outsiders, i.e. people who are less interested in fragrances, might consider us perfume lovers to be mesmerizing. After all, we have a hobby that (usually) smells good and can stimulate the senses. Depending on which scent or smell you wear.
But about Dali. Salvador Dali 1904-1989.... i actually have to take a deep breath to describe the Marqués de Dali de Púbol in sentences that are not too long. Which is not really possible.
First of all, I would like to say that I like Dali's art; if I met Dali the man, I would ram him into the ground without a trace. Nevertheless, I have two prints by him on my living room wall. Well, a bit meshugge...
Dali belonged to a surrealist circle and was also friends with Pablo Picasso, Elsa Schiaparelli and Helena Rubinstein. Perfumes by these ladies are also listed here on parfumo. He also admired Sigmund Freud, but it seems that Freud's psychoanalysis failed Salvador. He claimed that for Dali there is only Dali. Perhaps it is also the ego and superego and Dali invented it and not Sigmund Freud.
Before I come to the scent of Dali 1995, here are 2 quotes from the Marqués:
"The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad!"
"The fact that I do not recognize the meaning of my paintings even at the moment when I am painting does not mean that they have no meaning."
Even as a young man, Dali mixed creams, tinctures and fragrances himself and also had an absolute say in the first perfumes that came onto the market. He designed the lip flacons himself. Friedensreich Hundertwasser was actually supposed to do this, but he had a falling out with him.
Dali was launched in 1995, when Salvador had already been sniffing the radishes from below for a few years. He was in surrealist heaven or in some intermediate world. Perhaps in his painting :" The Metamorphosis of Narcissus"
At first sniff I thought: Oha a spicy oriental. A monk running through the monastery with his hair on fire. But Dali and monastery? Nope! The ocelot lover would not have tolerated that. A fresh, fruity whiff makes Dali twirl his beard. The perfume veers off into other realms.
The pyramid is a joke. Was Master Morillas at work here? Was he looking at melting clocks? Forgetting the time and hiding what else is in here? Masses of flowers. Roses, mimosa, jasmine and the whole baggage: "Dream Passage" (picture by Dali). Boahhh. Not for the faint-hearted and lovers of body-hugging fragrances without significant sillage.
This force, this intoxication "Swans reflect elephants" (Dali 1937).
Now it reveals itself: a fast-paced chypre with a lot of wood in front of the hut. "The Hallucinogenic Torero" does not wave a red scarf and does not kill a bull. He has smoked musk and is damp with oak moss. He grounds himself, bows his head, puffs out his nostrils and snorts patchoulike at the earth.
Oh yes, it's a bit of a mesmerizing scent, but I love it.