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It seems that my patience on eBay has netted me yet another vintage treasure, for the grand prize of £4.29. That’s cheaper than having takeaway chinese food!
Presenting to you… Miss Dior Eau de Cologne, in its houndstooth formulation. Wearing it, I was transported to a bygone era when chypres ruled the world. Glorious, oh, so glorious! Although I’ve never lived in that age (I apologise for my youth), I often find myself wishing I could travel back in time just to experience the smells that are long gone. I’ve also got vintage Miss Dior parfum, which I scored for a song in Singapore, but I’ll have to wait till June to compare these two side by side.
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Miss Dior really isn’t for the faint-hearted. When I wear her I turn into a trenchcoat-clad matron who kinda reminds me of Miss Trunchbull from the much beloved Roald Dahl book, Matilda. She’s ruthless, she’s powerful, and she’s strong. And she certainly packs a right punch. Matilda would never have been the same without Miss Trunchbull – after all, who needs perfect Miss Honey when you’ve got this imposing, bulldozing, domineering Principal who’s pretty much the life of the story? In a way, current Miss Dior feels like bland Miss Honey while vintage Miss Dior steals the show as The Trunchbull.
Oh, the oakmoss. Singing in perfect harmony with all the other ingredients.
“I am here to teach you all a lesson.
Sometimes in life, horrible and unexplainable things happen.
These things are a test of character.
And I HAVE CHARACTER.”
Truer words have never been spoken. Long live Miss Dior.
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