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If I check out your Instagram and you have a bottle of Diptyque perfume arranged in a flat-lay next to your passport and sunglasses, I assume you are a lot fancier than I am. That’s kind of what I associate this brand with: impossibly beautiful women who have mastered that illusive “French girl style” and are probably sitting first class on an Emirates flight to Monaco right this very second with a glass of champagne in hand. Meanwhile, I’m at home in my sweatpants watching Survivor reruns and eating Doritos. So I was extremely intimidated when I was given a bottle of Diptyque’s Eau des Sens perfume to try for our Best of Beauty Awards. (I did wash the Dorito dust off of my hands before touching it, obviously.)
The bottle is beautiful — there’s no denying that. Simple, with one of those instantly recognizable labels on the front that you can’t quite read — but it doesn’t matter because it still looks super chic. I decided that I wouldn’t waste a drop of this fragrance on something as pedestrian as a trip to the grocery store. I had to go somewhere worthy: a gala, the Clinton’s home in Chappaqua, Paris fashion week. Problem is, the Clintons don’t call very often (it’s OK; I know they’re busy). So I settled for a date night.
The initial notes had a very intense green quality about them that smelled fresh, yes, but also deeply glamourous. I felt like a French socialite in a silk robe and pearls, lounging around my hotel suite, surrounded by mountains of white floral bouquets (So, you know, typical Friday night). After a few hours, notes of orange blossom and bitter orange really started to shine. It transformed from green and spicy to subtle and maybe a bit powdery. The last note that appeared was patchouli, which gave a nice woodsy weight to the fruity citrus notes — a welcome surprise, because sweet fragrances tend to give me a migraine. My date, who up until this point had never noticed or commented on my scent (much to my chagrin — I mean, didn’t he know I was trying a new one every time we went out to see which one stuck? Men), finally noticed and told me I smelled “pretty” which in boy-language means “You smell like a beautiful French socialite,” so I think I’ve really found a winning perfume. In any case, who cares what he thinks? I feel like a queen wearing this fragrance, and that’s good enough for me.