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Dior Homme Eau for Men & Juniper Ridge Winter Redwood ~ fragrance reviews

Dior Homme Eau for Men

A bunch of men’s fragrances have recently hit the market (what’s new? there’s no let-up!); to stay as current as possible (or start to catch up), I’m reviewing two perfumes today in one post: one fragrance I had no interest in (I’m being honest) and the other was a wild card (accent on “wild”).

Dior Homme Eau for Men

(bergamot, grapefruit, coriander, iris, cedar)

Christian Dior Dior Homme Eau for Men didn’t intrigue me (it has a DUMB name, it’s described by Dior as “a fresh, woody fragrance”…ho-hum… and the ad copy’s references to James Dean made me laugh — the Robert Pattinson connection didn’t appeal either); I probably never would have tried Dior Homme Eau for Men if a sample didn’t fall into my lap…

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5 perfumes for: a Desert Sun-seeker


Like many kids — including, currently, my daughter — in elementary school, I dreamed of becoming a marine biologist. We lived in Steeltown, Central Canada, but my parents humored me by giving me books on whales and sharks. Then, when I was ten, we moved to the Pacific Northwest, to live within walking distance of the ocean, and my mother realized humoring me now was going to involve keeping tanks full of weird, wet, smelly sea things in our laundry room. She was a good sport about it. Eventually, I went away to do half my double major in biology as an undergraduate and in the meantime, my parents had moved to the other coast. I spent two university summers living with them, working for an Atlantic fish conservation agency, and those months spent in hip-waders, prying errant eels out of fish ladders and tagging traps, cured me of the childhood career dream. But my love affair with the ocean has not wavered.

For a while after I left home, then, I was suspicious of any vacation destination or employment opportunity that lacked access to saltwater. Once I was married, though, my husband coaxed me into moving to Alberta. After I got over the nosebleeds, I found I enjoyed the famed high blue skies of the west, and day-trips to the badlands to the north and in Montana suddenly appealed. Again, I started reading, desert stories like The English Patient and Bruce Chatwin’s The Songlines, books about Mexico, Wilfred Thesiger, the Battle of the Little Bighorn and, oddly, Los Alamos. The reading led inevitably to vacation plans and traveling, trips to New Mexico, North Africa and to the arid edge of the South American altiplano…

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