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Serge Lutens Daim Blond is the eau de parfum that redefined what I understood was "allowed"
in a fragrance. "Dime Blond" is French for "white suede".
Before the first spray, my nose braced itself for the expected blast of something "perfumey".
But with Daim Blond, there's no blast, no perfumey-ness. There's just a fruity little
hum of apricot - and like it says on the bottle - suede.
I don't know why suede perfume seems like such a weird idea, but it does. It's like
jalapeno lollypops, or high-heeled sneakers, or seeing-eye miniature ponies. It's all wrong
and all right at the same time.
I'm not saying Daim Blond is like snorting a pair of chaps or anything. This suede is
more like the smell of sweetened skin, salted by the sun.
Adding to the sensuality is apricot - a fruit with a bittersweet richness that enfolds a
fragrance in eros. Eros...yeah
After establishing, "Hi! I'm apricot suede!" Daim Blond stays fairly linear. It gets creamier
and a tad nutty as it drifts along. Unexpectedly, it ends up a little fresh, like "clean laundry
fresh".
Daim Blond is a unisex fragrance that manages to be borderline avant-garde and intelligently
purr-OW at the same time. How do they fit all that into the bottle? I'm Katie Puckrik,
and I smell.