Dior - Fahrenheit

Leather, Spice, Gasoline. The start of every one-night BDSM stand. What else could you possibly want in a fragrance?
The initial spray almost hurts to smell, but that's a good thing. For reasons I won't state.
Akin to a fresh Italian leather jacket worn by a 32 year old that lies about riding a Deus Ex motorcycle
and has a drinking habit that he swears isn't alcoholism. Enough with the metaphors and analogies,
this is an actual review blog after all. I am lucky enough own the rest of a 1988 bottle that a dear friend gifted me,
a 2014 and a 2021 release. There's a subtle difference between all 3 versions, but I can't quite put my hands on it,
possibly the depth and strength of the naturally lighter notes like violet, jasmine and lavender. But in every single way,
this bottle of encapsulated mature sex-appeal has me captivated and I can't get away. This is my go to when I go to specific bars because I know that women older than me will catch a few whiffs as I purposefully walk very close to them.
Not that this has worked in any way. God I'm so lonely. Anyways, 9/10