ella Dior

A rush of green basil and bergamot immediately establishes an herbal, almost peppery atmosphere, cut through by the brightness of lemon and the faintest suggestion of melon's cool sweetness. Within moments, the citrus becomes almost medicinal in its clarity—this is no cheerful grapefruit number but rather something with genuine botanical spine.

The florals gradually swell as the green gradually recedes, with honeysuckle and jasmine becoming the dominant presence, yet the carnation's spicy-woody character and cyclamine's subtle soap-like quality prevent them from ever becoming cloying. Peach arrives not as fruit but as texture—a velvety softness that adds dimension without sweetness, while rose provides a dry, slightly powdery elegance that keeps the composition intellectually grounded rather than emotionally manipulative.

The base emerges not as a warm, enveloping blanket but as a cool, faintly smoky foundation—oakmoss and vetiver create an earthy, mineral dryness while musk and patchouli remain whisper-quiet supporters rather than main attractions. Within four hours, the fragrance becomes increasingly abstract: green undertones persist, the florals fade to mere suggestion, and what remains is closer to a skin scent than a fragrance—intimate, slightly woody, faintly herbal.