There are not many perfumes less in character for me than Leather Oud. And although I’m very often wrong with predicting what I like and what I hate, I was not wrong here.
But I don’t hate Leather Oud, not at all, I admire and respect it and I think it is an unbelievably good perfume, it is just not for me personally. As hard as that may be for Dior, we have to live with that reality.
Created in 2010 by Francois Demachy, Leather Oud includes notes of cardamom, clove, birch, leather, oud, labdanum, cedarwood, vetiver and civet.
Starting out strong and assertive with a hefty dose of leather and oud (that name is very apt, if a dead giveaway) accessorized with a little spicy whiff, it develops into something softer and more pliable over time, but does not lose much of its initial punch. This is no perfume for shrinking violets. (Does that make me a shrinking violet? Obviously a topic for another time and maybe a violet perfume.)
So far, so good. I would want to wear this, although it is a tough leather, but there are times and occasions for that, but about an hour into wearing Leather Oud really lets its inner animal go rampant. That oud in there is giving its very best barnyard performance and there is civet in there and not just a dusting either. Leather Oud is positively growling on my skin in the drydown. I kept checking my sons diaper and giving my husband the evil eye, but both were innocent. The animal was me.
Leather Oud is very well made, it has excellent sillage and great tenacity and I plan to smuggle it into my husbands stash, it might be perfect on him. I’m a bit sorry that Leather Oud is not for me, although I’m not exactly surprised.
Maybe I’ll revisit the animal in me from time to time, it might be interesting to see what it is up to. No doubt, my former teaching therapist would agree.