oh, never mind..

by Musette

First, I want to thank everybody for the kind words of back-support.  I’m on the mend and plan to NEVER (nebber! ebber!) bail on my yoga therapy again.  Backs really are not to be trifled with.

Gimping along (my legs still are a bit numb but they’re not broken so walkies it is!)…I am marveling at just how random Spring can be.  We’re in mid-central IL, so usually have it a bit warmer than the Chicago area …even so, it hasn’t been that warm, so why are huge clumps of daffodils jamming the foundations of houses?  Well, some houses.  It’s weird.  In one block there are 3 houses with clumps in full bloom while the houses next door to them, with daffs planted in exactly the same places, aren’t even in bud yet.   Maybe the bloomers come out in the dead of night with their hairdryers, like competitive tomato growers?  It’s stuff like this that keeps me occupied, so I don’t think about my numb legs.  Or Diorama.

HaHA!  Yeah, there’s Perfume Stuff  in here.  I promised to take another sniff at  the current Diorama and measure it against current Diorella….and I did.  Twice.  Actually, 3 times.  Honestly, the things I do for you! (I won’t relive the Diorama/Iris 39 smackdown.  That was just painful)

Friday I spritzed Diorama alone, thinking perhaps I’d been distracted by Thursday’s  Diorella side-by-side.  Uh, no.  Diorama (hey, did you know?  It’s NEW!) is unrelievedly boring.  It’s not ugly, it’s not fierce.  It’s just…vaguely tiresome and boring.  Because it’s Dior and they really should know better, I was going to try to scramb up some miffedness and have at them but this is like  that date that’s so bland that it’s not even worth recapping to your friends.  12 hours later you’ve forgotten you even went out  and in 2 weeks, when you run into the guy at Starbucks, you have that vague feeling of having seen him somewhere……?  Described as a fruity floral,Diorama is Froot Loops with a splash of cheap tequila and maybe a hit of one of those chemical mixers guaranteed to give you a raging hangover.  Whatever ‘floral’ they are talking about clocks in around 4 hours.  Angela calls is a ‘wan rose’ .  I’m thinking more ‘rose on the autopsy table’.  She gets cumin.  I would’ve paid somebody to get a hit of cumin.  I got vase water with rotted mint stems (I think that’s the cedar).   I am not even going to waste your time railing against the injuries done to the memory of vintage Diorama – I accept that it would be impossible to replicate Roudnistka’s 1949 masterpiece.  But it’s as if they couldn’t be bothered to even sniff the original when they cobbled this wet mess together.   I’m having difficulty working up even a soupcon of real indignation here, it’s that boring (hey, did I mention it was BORING?).  This is so not worth your while, Catherine.  Save your simoleans for the Nazgul.

Diorella, on the other hand, has stood the test of a sample, a decant…and now a full bottle.  It’s a weird little scent, fully capable of keeping your interest without pulling on your arm all day.  I liken it to that slightly weird guy in the corner – he’s not even geek-cool but there’s a little something that keeps drawing your attention.  Chat with him awhile and there’s a quiet humor and intelligence that is intriguing and the next thing you know you’ve been married to him for 12 years, have two kids and the whole thing’s just fine.  I think that’s the Sicilian lemon talking – this never goes into Pledge territory, staying cool and bright.  Instead there’s this weird, petrochemical (good plastic) blast, followed by a very comfy basil/vetiver thingamajig, sort of greenery-yallery, rounded out by peach and honeysuckle.  Nothing sweet but nothing slicey.   I’ve only had a couple of minor hits of vintage Diorella but I think she wouldn’t mind being in the same room with this gal (or guy, if you prefer my ‘guy in the corner’ analogy).  This is definitely office-friendly, though you can weird it up with a funky attitude.  Or a shiv.

Diorella and Diorama, both at Saks/ $90 for 3.4 oz (though you can get Diorella for way less online).