Christian Dior Dune Eau De Toilette Spray for Her 30ml

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Yeah, somehow for me it's not about the desert dunes, it's about the dunes on the shores of the Baltic Sea, where the air smells of pine trees and freedom, there are clouds above your head and there's the enchanting sea licking at your feet. After 5 minutes, the fumes bleed together like watercolors, and I’m left with sweet, airy florals, peppery spices and dry woods.

I have the current version and while I don't know what it was 30 years ago, I can say it's beautiful now and unlike anything else I have.

After a while, as the fragrance warms up, it starts projecting the same scent I got on the mini (described in my other review). Yes, I like old-school perfumes, almost everything from Sofia Grojsman or perfumers of similar caliber and time.

It begins with an almost vintage feel through the interaction of aldehydes, rosewood, bergamot, rose-jasmin, tangerine, mellow fruits, herbs and vetiver. For the Reed Diffuser Refill: You will receive a 100ml plastic bottle filled with a special compound blended with a fragrance of your choice.

Also it's a perfectly unisex perfume, I would love to smell this on a man just as much as I love to smell it on myself and other women. It *is* both sandy, gritty and dry, and soapy in a modern way, but this all orbits around a central planet of a huge cloying vintage accord of dated metallic aldehydes and a sweet amber base (Youth Dew, Organza). Hôtel Drouot, located in the heart of Paris, has been the world's largest public auction center since 1852.

This is the sweet but very dry aroma of a place where water is often mere fantasy, the wood is beyond desiccated, the sand softly to urgently driven by fluctuating winds of drying, heated blasts. It then moves towards stumbling upon the ruins of a stone building there, with old books or manuscripts, probably due to the oakmoss and patchoili base over the woods.Sweet chords of amber and vanilla rise up like levitating embers, tripping the light fantastic until their inevitable transcendence into ash. My skin chemistry has this unfortunate tendency of making wood-dominated smells bitter, dirty, medicinal or downright harsh. The faint near-cinnamon facets also echo the sand dune vibe that was initially evoked with aldehyde-rosewood. I hear those phrases tossed around all the time and have never actually gotten something "fecal" until now.