Back when I lived in
civili uh, Chicago I would walk the 3 blocks to the Francisco Ave Stop on the Brown Line. In the winter, that walk – just 3 blocks – could be brutal and I would comfort myself with thoughts of Spring.
But in the strangest way.
Without fail, I would imagine myself in a total Dior New Look outfit, wasp-waisted, full skirted, petticoated dress – but in a violet printed polished cotton that I’m sure M. Dior would’ve never considered in his lamest fantasies. I think the print came from a sheet set I had, which I adored, so it became representative of All Things Spring.
But wait! It gets weirder. I would be in this dress, with black patent pumps and white gloves, hair coiffed in immaculate Dior style. And I would imagine myself plunging into a big pool of warm water! But not just any warm water. A giant warm tub of bubble bath! And the bubble bath would be Diorissimo.
How weird is that? Who on earth plunges into a soapy pool of water in a violet-printed dress – where on earth would you find a soapy POOL? Why?
Well, who knows – but warm Diorissimo-scented soapy water and that damn dress would sustain me, representing emerging spring, year after year, as I trudged through the ice and snow, on my way to the train.
Things have changed since then – I no longer take the train, except to go back to
civili, erm, Chicago and I haven’t given the soapy pool much thought in quite a few yonks – but Diorissimo still says Spring to me. As does that stupid dress. And I’m unapologetic about it. A lot of perfumistas are leery of proclaiming their love for this simple scent, perhaps because we might be inclined to equate simple with……uninteresting?. But like a vintage Dior gown or Madame X (who, I could swear, is wearing a vintage Dior gown), there is a stunning elegance to be had in simplicity. The notes yield an uncomplicated fragrance, as Edmond Roudnitska intended: greens, bergamot, lily of the valley (which yields little or no essential oil, so you have to get the accord elsewhere), ylang ylang, rosewood, amaryllis, boronia, jasmine, sandalwood, and civet. I am not going to embarrass myself or you guys trying to define the chemical composition therein – here’s the thing: Diorissimo smells like Spring, 1er Mai and is what every Catholic girl wanted woven into her circlet as she was chosen to crown the Virgin Mary, in Her own circlet of muguet. For me, it’s the embodiment of all the ‘pretty’ parts of Nature (with all the nasty bits left out) – and sometimes ‘pretty’ is exactly what’s needed.
So if you love Diorissimo, don’t be ashamed to proclaim that love – love it HARD!!! And if you don’t love it, that’s okay – but recognize the genius it took to create something so stunningly, beautifully Simple. Simply Beautiful.
And I apologize for that damn violet print up there – but…..at least it’s not sopping, soapy wet! Here’s Madame X, to take your mind off the banality
And what on earth is it about that violet print……..?