Thanks to all for entering! Random.org had chosen Undina but she informed me she had said she wasn’t entering because she has a full bottle. I am going to redraw but I have a broken fuse at my house and no Internet. Too difficult to do from the phone so please expect a redraw sometime next week. Thanks for your patience!
J’adore Dior, really. I have an inherited vintage Dior mink that has my name sewn in it (inherited it from my grandmother for whom I was named), and while I would never buy a new mink coat, it makes me feel like a queen. When I was a bride I became infatuated with a blush Dior ball gown that didn’t even look like a wedding dress, and almost spent 5 figures on it until I noticed that everyone else’s reaction was “it’s your day; if you like it, wear it.” If I were rich and thin my whole wardrobe would be Dior couture, as it is the house that most matches my own aesthetic.
For this reason, the idea of Dior La Collection Privee Mitzah was a no-brainer to me. Available only from one boutique in the United States? Inaccessibility makes my heartstrings sing, I am a big fan of amber in almost all of its permutations, and this review made me certain I would go mad for this rare beauty.
Unfortunately, sometimes no matter how great something is on paper (I wonder how long it will be before that metaphor no longer makes sense?), it just doesn’t work on my skin. No matter how much I can appreciate Mitzah, the honey note turns to ammonia on me and makes it unwearable.
The great thing about fragrance is that there are no mistakes. What doesn’t work for me may be pure heaven on you. For this reason, I would like to offer my 5 ml decant of Mitzah (which is in a chic glass atomizer thanks to the wonderful person who did a split) to one lucky reader so that it goes to a good home and is properly appreciated. Please comment noting a fragrance that other people seem to love that doesn’t work on you before midnight Eastern time on Thursday, August 8. Winner will be selected via random.org and is open to readers worldwide. In the meantime, I am off in search of another impossibly chic, emotionally unavailable scent to obsess over.