When I think about Dior, I don’t think of the botched new versions of great classics, of the demise of some of the most important scents in perfume history, no, strangely enough and quite contrary to my usual character, when it comes to Dior, my mind refuses to hold on to the bad news and fixates on the good news instead.
La Collection Privée is certainly good news. (The Candy Perfume Boy expresses a similar view of this phenomenon in his recent review of Grand Bal. )
I own four bottles of the collection, despite their humongous size (Dior calls the 125ml bottle their travel size! People, think! That is not even consistent with airplane regulations! Let’s talk about a 50ml size, or at least 75ml, like the Chanels, huh?) and I wear them regularly. In case you are wondering, these are: Ambre Nuit, Patchouli Impérial, New Look 1947 and Mitzah.
Grand Bal is a lovely jasmine perfume. It is soft-spoken and intelligent, warm and inviting, pretty and easy-going.
Opening with a fresh, orange blossom-tinged jasmine, it does not develop in a spectacular manner, no hoops are jumped, this is more of a what you smell is what you get perfume. What may sound like damning it with faint praise, is my genuine appreciation of a perfume that simply strives to smell good and enhance the aura of everybody who chooses to wear it.
The drydown is a sweet and warm jasmine enhanced by woody and musky notes, a scent that never overwhelms, but has a comfortable presence throughout its four to five hour wear time.
Grand Bal is not the world’s most innovative, outrageous or unique fragrance, but as I have learned over time, sometimes a good, classic, reliable and well-made perfume does the trick for me a lot better than the equivalent of a pink elephant wearing glasses.
Other reviews of La Collection Privée on Olfactoria’s Travels: