I've known Christian Dior Bois d'Argent for many years now, usually delivered via life-affirming hugs from a couple of my friendliest friends who love wearing the stuff.
Bois d'Argent is a plush beauty streaked with salty tears, a perfume in a minor key.
|Ana Karina in Vivre Sa Vie|
The sweet, resinous myrrh leans towards the medicinal, and the iris is arid, any former greenness now smoked, petrified wood. The smell is simultaneously comfortable and unnerving.
I was reminded of how familiarity with a perfume can defang its initial impact (and associations shape its appeal) when I rediscovered my notes on Bois d'Argent, jotted back in 2008: "Cloying, musty, with toothpaste sweetness. Smells like an older man with good dental hygiene who lives in his pajamas." Hmm...like I said: simultaneously comfortable and unnerving.