Reminds me of Kenzo Amour - less gourmand, more floral
I had the same unpleasant experience as Montagne, though at a Perfumania shop in a mall. He said it well - the silly flankers, the discombobulation of the many generic smells. It made Dior Addict seem rich by comparison, almost a relief from the sheer banality - all the cheap, tarted-up bottles on display in mirrored trays, synthetic colored juices. It was a disconnecting experience, while actual perfume testing and wearing should be all about a connection.
So what did this disconnect in a perfume store produce? A bad choice. What seemed blessedly rich in that atmosphere in actuality is surprisingly thin with little complexity, and a cheap one note vanilla. The fragrance it becomes fairly quickly is a watered down version of sultry - it doesn't have enough notes or complexity to even begin to smoulder, let alone cause a fire in anyone.
I had little patience with it, so I took the store and the name ('Addict'? - not even) out of the equation. I found it to be a somewhat characterless but semi-pleasant ambery vanillic comfort fragrance. Dior Addict is a good match for the store I purchased it in, and is a perfect reflection of banality presented as depth, mystery, and art. Not terrible by any means, just entry-level. I have the edt - it seems the richer edp would improve the experience of Addict.
Dior Addict’s coconut cream and floral top notes may be blatantly synthetic and crassly “foody,” but I can’t help liking them. The white flower-infused vanilla pudding that follows is no less crude, but I’m ashamed to admit that I like that, too. I guess I’ve always been outrageously gauche in my tastes, but my responses to Dior Addict drive the point home. (Burps, grunts, scratches his groin…)
In composing Addict Thierry Wasser has executed the same brilliant gambit that Olivier Cresp did a decade earlier in Angel; pushing an intensely sweet floral/gourmand composition through the looking glass of vulgarity and into a realm of alternate dimension beauty. While the two fragrances smell nothing alike, the trick works just as well for Dior as it did for Mugler. Addict may smell dumb but beautiful, and it’s easily as loud as an Airbus on the runway, but examine it with care and you’ll find a very clever and subtly executed construct.
I bought this for my wife at an airport duty-free, after exhausting all the other possibilities. By this time, my nose was tired. Assistants were chasing me around with a dish of coffee beans. Others were spraying foul ozone/calone concoctions on my lapel. I was clutching a handful of un-labelled test strips, and had forgotten which was which.
I was also discombobulated by the silly aggregation of flankers either side of Addict. Or, if not actually discombobulated, as Wodehouse might have said, I was far from bobulated.
Addict this, Addict that, Addict the other. Indecypherable labelling. Impenetrable packaging.
So, I bought the wrong thing.
Linear vanilla, of the Walls Ice Cream variety. Not enveloping, or awakening. Insignificant white flowers. No skeleton, no structure, on which to hang the accents, which are in any case absent.
My wife believes that I adore this fragrance on her. Hell, I bought it for her. I don't want her to think it was an ill-executed afterthought.
It truth, however, it neither adds nor subtracts from her allure. It is innocuous.
Such type of fragrance i always like to smell around and to inebriate me with but that never would dare to purchase or to bring as a gift to my beloved one. Dior Addict is delicious and almost edible (yes sultry, carnal, may be erotic) but is finally "amorphous", inoffensive and "deliciously banal", something lacking luxuriousness, real class, full texture and eventually naughtiness (or mysteriousness), something finally linear and monolithic, an aroma you would like to smell over your pillow before to sleep (or over your wool sweater in the course of a lonely cozy evening at home while outside a storm is in a full swing) but that i would never see as ideal over my woman along a special evening at a gala or at theater (in order she to let a femme fatal image) nor as a casual choice along an ordinary day. It starts with a blast of "scattered" and slightly humid fruity/floral elements (citrus, mostly mandarine, blackcurrant and rose ) and ends with an "unsyrupy" but "moderately sweet" and pleasant amber/tobacco-vanille and powdery sandalwood. Creamy, vanillic, white and with a subtle and rounded tobacco vein. A more than decent concoction, confortable, balanced, never cloying, synthetic in a tollerable way but nothing revolutionary or gorgeous. Good projection and durability over my skin.