Talking about something so popular like J’Adore Dior perfume is a strenuous task. The moment flowers are squeezed into a perfume, whether from a natural extraction process or from the lab, whether in a natural or an extraterrestrial rendition, they show their tricky nature. If you think floral notes are always nice, innocuous things, you might be sorely disappointed. Sure, they can be gentle to the core, or sexy, or simply smell great; but they can also be chemical, they can smell of death, or of feces; they can pass through your nostrils as a gentle breeze, or clog them as if they had to prove a point.
Dior perfume J’Adore could be all those things, but it won’t be any. Jasmine and tuberose are there with their density and animalicity, but other chemical, lighter, fresher notes can also be found, and they all share the space in peace ‘n harmony. The balance achieved by perfumer Calice Becker (Tommy Girl, and Beyond Paradise to name two) is truly remarkable, considering all the stuff that was put in it.
And that’s the thing about J’Adore Dior Eau De Parfum: too perfect not to like, yet too beautiful to fall in love with. Just like a face with perfect features: it would be hypocritical not to call it beautiful, but isn’t it a bit dull as well after a while?