Christian Dior’s Fahrenheit = LOVE!

TMI alert: I think the first time I inhaled this….MASTERPIECE of a male fragrance it induced my ovulation. Sorry for being so unashamedly expressive about it but it is the plain truth. I wasn’t sure at the time what ingredients made up this bewitching fragrance but goodness me it was a bit much for my then teenager self to take! I was all blushes and giggles when I caught a whiff of this. I felt terribly naughty and hoped I’d someday find a boyfriend who I can spray this on (and would like it).

It was masculine, sexy, versatile, reminded me of those diamond in the rough sorts that can step off a Harley-Davidson and still look good in an Armani suit. An all-around man. A do-er not a talker.

I will mention that I haven’t sniffed the latest formulation of this, therefore I cannot offer opinion. But, I will say I am happy to have known this fragrance in its heyday and it holds nothing but feel good memories for me.

Fahrenheit by Dior!

One of my exes wore the classic Dior Fahrenheit. I actually had not smelled it in a couple of years until today. I got a whiff of it from someone around me (not sure who). Oh my god, all the memories rushed back. It’s funny how scents can do that to your brain, the way they enter a part where memories lay, ones you haven’t thought about in a while. The scent of Fahrenheit takes me back to that distinct time period.

christian dior fahrenheitFahrenheit smells like a sexy chainsaw or a virile lawnmower. There is something very mechanical in the mix, blending wonderfully with fresh cut grass or wood chips. It doesn’t smell like a cologne, but rather it smells like you have been working outside. Love it. Now if only I could convince my current boyfriend to wear it… (yeah, despite the memories I have secretly attached to the scent, I miss its smell.)