If I were to be stranded on a desert island with only one scent, Diorella would be it. Whatever Dior paid Edmond Roudnitska, it wasn't nearly enough. The man is a GENIUS.
I'm on my third bottle; it will always be in my collection.
For me, Diorella is the perfume that perfected the olfactory category of floral-chypre that led to a bunch of wanna-bees. Even copy cats within Dior's own line: Doiressence (which I have owned and used up a very long time ago--not that memorable) and Diorissimo (which I have also owned--nothing special). Another copy-cat is Lancome's "O." I bought one bottle of that, used it up, and didn't think it was worth buying again.
Nothing equals Diorella. For me, this is Dior's "Chanel Number 5."
The lemon, melon, and oakmoss really stand out on my skin. Mercifully, the vanilla is so well blended that I cannot detect it at all (vanilla should be reserved for ice cream, fine Hungarian tortes, and Christmas cookies). It's green without going rancid. And it has huge staying power; I can get 5 to 6 hours from the EDT.
I get itchy for spring after long Canadian winters, and by late March, I'm reaching for the Diorella bottle which is like a breath of spring itself.
Of all the reviews I've read, the best single word that sums up Diorella is: "bohemian." It makes me want to go to Paris and stroll around with a baguette under one arm and a bottle of red wine in the other, while wearing a ballet-length circle skirt, a white peasant blouse, and strappy Roman sandals.
I wear this when I want to signal to the world: "Don't mess with me. You won't win."
It's a shame that Dior doesn't spend any money marketing older scents in its collection, that could be introduced to at least two generations of new consumers that continue to buy stuff named after actresses and pop music divas. Yikes!