Guy Robert, the perfumer behind Dioressence, created several other well known fragrances, a few of which remind me more than a little of Dioressence in certain ways. I can smell some of the dusty incense quality from Hermes Caleche in Dioressence's heart, for instance, and something of Amouage Gold in there as well. Dioressence is a chypre and smells quintessentially of oakmoss to me once you get past the pronounced geranium, galbanum, and rose up top. In fact I would say that the most interesting movement of the fragrance for me is its seamless segue from galbanum to oakmoss, creating an interesting, textured progression from one distinct green note to another, each of which would seem to get lost taken together.
Osmoz lists the notes as the following: aldehydes, orange, galbanum, bergamot, carnation, geranium, rose, cinnamon, benzoin, patchouli, oakmoss, and vanilla. Violet is included in the description but not the pyramid.
I suppose there are those who will smell Dioressence and sense nothing but a wallop of old style patchouli. There's certainly enough in there. And the patchouli combined with the cinnamon can seem like a lighter version of H.O.T. Always by Bond No.9, or a slightly more domesticated animal relation to the original Givenchy Gentleman, but to me the cinnamon and patch seem like embellishments, meant to support or underscore the primary green notes. Even the carnation, geranium, phantom violet and rose seem to hover around in the background to my nose, making the fragrance a lot more masculine than most modern feminine fragrances. No guy raised on a steady diet of mainstream sports colognes is apt to agree with me, of course. Dioressence reminds me of another pretty masculine old feminine, Trussardi, which was released in 1984
Dioressence feels a little moodier than the other vintage Diors. Diorella is sunny and succulent; Diorissimo quite upbeat as well. Miss Dior, while not prim, is certainly more sedate than Dioressence. Something about Dioressence reminds me of some seventies bohemian hang out, infested with velvet pillows and thick with lingering incense smoke. Miss Dior would walk into such an establishment clutching her purse pretty tightly. Staring at supine Dioressence, spread across a series of batik-patterned throws and a thick shag rug, she'd wonder whether something hidden in the carpet might jump up onto her tweed jacket and hitch a ride home with her. In style it certainly straddles the hallmark fragrances of the 40s and 50s and the bold pronouncements to come in the 80s.
It has moderate projection and lasting power and for the most part settles down to a nice soft mossy haze after about thirty minutes to an hour or so on me.
