Perfume review: Eau Noire by Christian Dior
Review by Tom
Well, it was another hot weekend here in LA, which of course meant shopping. I visited the iPhone (see my blog for the reason why I'm not getting it), dropped into Neimans to once again realise that even at 50% off I can't afford it, and variously cruised through other department stores along Wilshire Boulevard before deciding that yes, I did deserve a trip to Cold Stone Creamery for my new favorite treat: Sweet Cream ice cream: nothing but frozen slightly sweetened cream. Not that I would be able to remember, but sex cannot be better.
Of course you are now most likely thinking "get to the point!"... geesh!
While in the mens department at Neimans, I spied among the mens colognes a gargantuan bottle marked "Eau Noire". I knew I'd read about it but I had never tried it. I went to give myself a delicate spritz and managed to have it come out like a fire hose. Really, it was like a joke: some Exorcist parody with cologne rather then pea soup.
Looking at Colombina's review, I wrote that I was going to run right over to give this a try. Since that review was over a year ago, well consider this report a little (ahem) tardy.
Eau Noire is gorgeous. It, like Annick Goutal Sables, is built arround the accord immortelle. While Sables brilliantly plays up the slightly sticky nature of that accord with its heavy and almost gourmand sense of maple sugar and smoky bourbon, Eau Noire is drier, woodier and greener. I don't get a lot of development from it: it runs the gamut from A to B as Ms. Parker once wrote. But since this is delightful I don't care. It has some of that fenugreek "whoopee" that I love in Serge Lutens Santal Blanc as it dries down, as well as an incensey sage, and while it does have the tenacity of Sables, it's not overwhelming: it was as light and delicious in the searing LA sunshine as it was in the Artic chill of Beverly Hills department stores, and since I had inadvertantly hosed myself in enough of it to wet my all-stars I think I can write that with impugnity,
That 4.2 oz bottle is at Neiman-Marcus for $115, and will shortly be added to my cupboard.