This is a soft leather, accented by apricot and musk, with light florals (iris) in the background. Absolutely cozy! Extremely well constructed. The opening blast is memorable, but sadly, for me, this dries down quickly and remains a skin scent from beginning to end. Thumb neutral on this one from SL.
This is one of the most simplistic but at the same time high quality and extremely well balanced creations of master Christopher Sheldrake.
The opening of this fragrance is a semi fresh and semi sweet very natural apricot smell plus very bright and light floral notes in the background. the iris note here isn't powdery that much. it's just a pleasant and relaxing floral note to add more natural feeling to the scent. the opening may look feminine but just wait for a couple of minutes and let it settle down on your skin.
After about 10 minutes Suede kicks in and gives the scent a soft leathery and personally I would say a mellow dirty kind of aura to the fruity and floral base of the scent.
The mid is a semi sweet musky, fruity and a little floral scent followed by slightly dirty and kind of smoky Suede and very soft spices completely in the background. the mid is perfectly unisex but a little more toward feminine side.
Projection is soft and always close to the skin and longevity is around 3 hours on my skin.
Not as complex and exciting as other creations by this house but definitely something high quality, safe, pleasant, charming and very easy to wear.
Daim Blond is a lovely, lightly leathered apricot scent. While I can't tell you what "suede" smells like compared to leather, I can say that the leather note here is timid and mostly present in the top & heart notes. Once the drydown arrives, it gets a bit too sweet and uninteresting.
The only reason to get this over Boxeuse is availability/price. I still like DB, but it's definitely a 3/5 while Boxeuse would be a 4/5.
A humble bag of dried apricots, after many years on the top shelf in the back corner of your local Mediterranean grocery, decides that it's had enough, and leaps head-first, toward the cold concrete floor below. The ground's surface, dust and cat hair, for the most part, lifts, shifts and quickly sits down, making sufficient space for the fruit. A 33 year-old woman enters the grocery, cackling loudly into her flip-mobile. Her eyes have fallen victim to a crust of cheap mascara. Shards of black fall down onto the yellow grease that so valiantly tries to conceal the blue-jay colored cocoons on which it has been spread. The young boy at the register opens his mouth to greet this beast as she stomps by. Each foot, like a jarred ham-hock swathed in a cheap, hairy synthetic suede shoe, hits the ground with such reckless force that its sensible, yet weary heels bow outward, sliding across the dusty floor. Cursing into her telephone, she struggles to stand back up. The black pleather that covers her behind is now smothered in the remains of the apricots that were once on the top shelf. The young boy at the register laughs as she rushes out of the store. Daim Blond.
Like every other Serge Lutens scent that I've tried on, Daim Blond is rich, luxurious and brilliantly conceived. Unlike some of the others it is also relatively understated and soft-spoken. It’s central feature is a gentle suede and osmanthus accord that suggests both a fine lady’s glove and a bowl of dried apricots. Its structure places Daim Blond beside such fruity leathers as Armani’s Cuir Améthyste and Parfum d’Empire’s Cuir Ottoman, among which it is the smoothest and most delicately balanced. My only real complaint is that, like many others in the Lutens line, it ends off with a drydown sweet enough to be oppressive. A little less syrup and I’d have liked it that much better.