As I type these words, the smoke signals on social media are suggesting that in a few weeks, thanks no doubt to the efforts of new in-house perfumer Francis Kurkdjian, Dior will re-release Eau Noire, Cologne Blanche and Bois D’Argent as a set. I don’t intend to dwell on this exciting possibility in this post, except to say that it’s relevant to the subject of today’s post, because it’s an example of respecting the past. In 1997, Dior gave us Dune Pour Homme. And thank goodness someone in their august ranks feels that, 25 years on, the scent is still worth producing. I reviewed it over on YouTube the other day. Here’s a link: Dior Dune Pour Homme review.
Yes, as someone mentioned in the live chat, this was never meant to be a world-changing piece of work. And it was certainly never going to threaten the status of its feminine counterpart, which remains one of the most heart-breaking perfumes ever made. But in its own unassuming way, with that polite fig opening and its unthreatening soapy-musky base, Dune Pour Homme managed to make its own mark on the 90s as a bridge between the pec-pumping beasts of the 80s and the more gender-fluid Dior Homme that would appear in 2005. A discreet triumph.
Persolaise
[Dior Dune Pour Homme review based on a sample obtained by me.]
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