Salvador Dali Pour Homme

This is a fragrance foreseen in nightmares. I have a suspicion that this was what Colonel Walter E. Kurtz in Apocalypse Now was talking about when quoting "The horror! The horror!" from Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness". In a recently discovered letter from Howard Philips Lovecraft to Clark Ashton Smith, in which Lovecraft describes one of his nightmares, the following passage was surely portending the birth of an anomaly like Salvador Dali pour Homme, some 50 years before its coming. "...I dreamt of a dark pond amidst a desolated garden with long dead rose bushes. Its green, stagnant water was shimmering under an alien moon, emanating an unbearable foreboding of great evil. I was standing mesmerised in front of it, staring at its unfathomable depths, and completely unable to avert my eyes. And then I heard a cacophonous, orgiastic commotion of fifes coming from the ominous line of trees in the distance. And like answering to a call, the water begun to stir, like something unimaginably dreadful was about to emerge any moment. And along with the tumultuousness of the water, there came the smell...Oh dear God, the smell... With a terrifying feeling that something was standing right behind me, I woke up drenched in sweat, and shaking. The last thing I remember from my dream was a fleeting glimpse of a pair of pitch black lips over my shoulder, whispering "I shall find you..." And although I'm sure that it was my imagination playing tricks on me, I'd swear that for what felt like an eternity, although it was only a few seconds, the smell seemed to have followed me, filling my bedroom. God have mercy on us all, should this foulest of smells ever finds its way from the world of dreams to the world of the living." If one and only one creation of every art was to be displayed in a gallery dedicated to art's finest examples, then it should be no other than Salvador Dali pour Homme representing perfumery. I guess it would be redundant to say anything about its bottle, other than it's the most bizarre and surrealistic vessel ever used to contain a fragrance. But since we're talking about Señor Dali, I also guess that this shouldn't come as surprise. I'll just add that this is not a bottle that anyone would like to sleep in the same room with. Perhaps Henry S. Whitehead's short story "The Lips" could give a good reason why. But if the bottle is bizzare one time, what's inside it simply doesn't have anything analogous in the known universe. I simply can't describe how it smells like, because I don't know what I'm smelling. But whatever it is, it is something on a titanic scale. Words like notes, sillage and longevity have absolutely no meaning here. Maybe this is the reason why it took Thierry Wasser 13 years to create another fragrance. Maybe he was someplace hiding, terrified after he realised what he had unleashed upon the world. For this is one of the very few scents, of which when I trace a whiff of them in the air, I wouldn't want to meet the one wearing it. I could swear that the air around me becomes thicker every time I dare to spray a single shot on me. And judging by their body language, I could also swear that it changes people's behaviour towards me when I'm wearing it. It's like they sense an undercurrent of hostility coming in spindrifts. And it makes an otherwise friendly smile looking beguiling in the light of day, and dangerous after dark. It is a scent that defies the senses and all the usual ways of perceiving a scent, and speaks directly to the soul. Or threatens to steal it...

On my first wearing of Dalí pour homme since at least 1991, I have to say it brings back quite a few memories. I remember it being a bit polarising back then, when it was an upmarket scent that "everyone" tried (not to mention the fact that it was much more limited what you could choose from). This was the era of the black and white bottle of Jazz from YSL, Fahrenheit, Ungaro pour homme, etc. I can hardly remember anything from "noble" houses like Chanel, Guerlain, Givenchy etc. being popular at all. They must have been taken aback by the daring experimenting that was going on in the artsy decade that was the 1980s, I can easily se before me some desperate board meetings whith people in elegant suits smoking and bickering heftily. Dalí pour homme pretends to be a fougère and has a base that I would say is more than just *inspired* by Drakkar Noir. Listing the various notes that the houses (and Fragrantica) do is often incredibly misleadning, however. You will not believe me without trying, because if you read that list, DN and SDPH would have little in common. But they do. Salvador Dalí pour homme has a timestamp and a signature that makes me wonder at moments if I am only being melancholic or if I really still love the scent, because your natural first reaction is that it is like trying to hook up with a girl you were a bit in love with when you were Adrian Mole, aged 13 3/4. But I realise I was and am still Profoundly in Love With Pandora and with this scent. It is a fantastic experience to wear it, and everything I loved about it comes back to me. Where Drakkar Noir at least in the current version leaves you wondering what really sets it apart from numerous shower gels and spray deos from the era (Lynx/Axe anyone?), SDPH is a masterpiece of delusion and surrealism that has withstood the test of time. It is full of surprises, it is youthful, it is tongue in cheek, it is old money, it is yuppy and gaudy, it is elegance and decadence. It makes you doubt for a moment if you are wearing a masculine scent at all because wow, you are Driving Miss Daisy, and she smells of Jicky plus talcum. Or is it you? What is going on? But then via, say, Hermès' Twilly – a more recent women's perfume that has a solid base – something animalic starts growling, You start oozing of multiple Chuck Norrises, Tom Sellecks and Sylvester Stallones, all doing what they mostly did back then. Everything can be McGyvered. After that, you realise what kind of a complex thing life can be. And you accept it. The process is over in seconds, and you realise that the capacity for appreciating art is the only thing that can really make you mature and learn to know yourself. You realise how worthless experience is without the ability to see yourself and the world from the outside – in all its messy beauty that is both extremely elegant and crude at once. You can now face anything, at least for several hours, and whatever life throws at you is already in your bubble so you can happily reject it, accept it or both. Salvador Dalí pour homme is a Schrödinger's scent. And yours. And someone else's. Everything, everywhere, all at once.

This... Is an odd one. Salvador Dalí pour homme is dark, warm, heavy and intense. It is very dark, warm, heavy and intense. Very intense. This is unapologetically masculine, but not in the way that Polo Green or Quorum are masculine, where youre almost wearing the smell of a sledgehammer of pine, tobacco and leather hitting people in the face. Dalí is so smooth and rounded that it could almost be a women's scent, if it wasn't for the fact that it is most definitely not a women's scent. Dalí is not masculine in the way of a lumberjack or a bareknuckle boxer, it is masculine in the way of Javier Bardem in Vicky Christina Barcelona - a man who wont think twice about cordially fondling another man's sweaty chest while having a conversation with him, because he is man enough to do it. But while Dalí is very rounded, don't be fooled into thinking it is not potent. It is. Very. Potent. I have worn this on my chest, under a shirt, under a suit, and the lapel of my jacket smelled of Dalí for weeks afterwards. And this is not just a matter of longevity, it is also a matter of sillage. The description 'fills a room' might seem like hyperbole, but it is not in this case. Dalí is a fragrance that announces your arrival at a function, before you enter. It is the fragrance of a man who doesn't mind that everybody knows he is wearing perfume (not cologne, not aftershave, not fragrance or any other coded language to avoid the word perfume, because it seems to feminine). It is the fragrance of a man that prefers everyone to know that he wears perfume. It is one to be worn with confidence. Now, one spray is enough (some would say too much), but this juice almost demands two sprays - because let's face it, you're not fooling anyone anyway - maybe even three sprays. Four sprays... you die. But you will leave a very fragrant corpse. And while you're at it, you might as well open the third button on your shirt as well, because you're going to smell like a man who does - but not in the same way as if you were wearing Paco Rabanne One Million - Dalí is very classily inappropriate. In other words, Savador Dalí pour homme does indeed smell like it was designed by a nose, that has lost some of it's potency - but none of its sophistication - due to excessive tobacco consumption, which the designer's photo here on Fragrantica suggests might in fact be the case. As such, it pairs excellently with cigarette smoke, and is in fact enhaced by it - at least to my tobacco addled nose. Now, if you're intrigued by this description but don't want yourself, your clothes and everything in a 10-15 yard radius to smell like a sweaty, inappropriately dressed, slightly sexually ambiguous Spaniard, then I suggest you spring for the aftershave. That one smells just as good, is rather classy, and doesn't project beyond an arms length. However, if you want an adventure. If you want the full experience. Go for the EDT. I promise you, you won't regret it... Unless you hate it of course, which is a very real possibility.

Recently found a box of old possessions, including a number of very old fragrances - L'Egoïste (the very first version of Egoïste), Antaeus and the very first release of Salvador Dalì pour Homme. Note: the original Salvador Dalì pour Homme and the current, reformulated version are two entirely different, totally unrelated fragrances. This is about the original civet-heavy Salvador Dalì pour Homme from 1987, not the current pretender of the same name Enraptured, and in a haze of nostalgia, I removed Mae West's lips (they're not really hers but hers were the lips Dalì is best known for) from the flacon to give it a good shake (as I always do for any fragrance that's been sitting for years and years) and suddenly realised it wasn't a vaporisateur but a splash-on ... I had just inadvertently splashed on a hefty dose Flashback to the late 1980s. Whoa! Animalic, aromatic, fougère. Civet and oakmoss make the first impression, and the dry down is quite lovely. People often describe this as "dark", and "gothic" - but I've always thought of it as majestic, sumptuous and more than just a bit "out there". First got this many years ago as a pretentious teenage Fine Arts student - used to wear this with a dinner jacket or a morning coat. During the day. Of all the fragrances released under his name this is the only one that feels authentically Dalì - as well as a brilliant artist best known of the Surrealists, Dalì was a bit of a weirdo, obsessed with genitalia and body fluids yet a devout Catholic, rewarded by Spanish dictator Francisco Franco for his unwavering loyalty to the Fascist regime (that endured until 1976) with a noble title: he became the Marqués de Dalì - in stark contrast to his contemporary Pablo Picasso, an implacable opponent of Fascism and of el Caudillo (Franco), and who lived and died in exile. Anyhow, Dalì is best known for his art, and this is a community united by the love of fine fragrance - even those associated with supporters of an oppressive, murderous dictatorship. This has clearly been reformulated because above the notes list has absolutely nothing to do with the authentic Dalì pour Homme I know and love. The original version, which I have, is a civet bomb. An atomic bomb. Dalì pour Homme is quite possibly the most civet-y fragrance I've ever owned. Compared to this stuff, Kouros and Furyo are like cordial for a little girls' tea party. From the reviews below there seems to be a lot of confusion about the old and new versions of Dalì pour Homme - some folks don't seem to realise that the original version is absolutely nothing like the version whose notes are listed above. They are two completely different fragrances - despite sharing the same name. Why isn't there a separate listing for the original version like there is for Versace's The Dreamer and other radical reformulations? Bad Fragrantica!

“Of all the five senses, without a doubt, smell is the one that best conveys the feeling of immortality.” — Salvador Dalí The fragrance is, by its very nature, deeply intriguing. Once you try it, you begin to understand where many directions in men’s perfumery originate from. And that’s no surprise — it was created by Thierry Wasser, who, as far as I know, is the first and only person in the house of Guerlain not belonging to the family to reach such a high position That alone says a lot: for decades, his work has been shaping the direction of high-end luxury and even niche perfumery. As for the fragrance itself, the story is similar. At its core, it feels entirely niche — just take a look at the original formula or even the note breakdown. And yet, this is not quite about that Dalí — not the young man who, in an attempt to impress Gala, covered himself in a mixture of mud, excrement, and fish guts, appearing before her as a symbol of primal, wild, almost shocking sincerity. This is also about the older Dalí, already suffering from Parkinson’s, who despite his weakness still commanded awe, making people tremble before his legend and grandeur. And it is also the Dalí who, while publicly cultivating the image of an eccentric and reclusive genius, would travel to Gala’s castle in Púbol — the very one he bought and rebuilt for her — a place he himself could only visit by her written invitation. This fragrance is a contradiction. Utterly unique for its time. An excessively green, deliberately intense opening, followed by a cohesive early base that feels almost modern in structure, and finally a dark, balsamic, almost gothic drydown. The animalic aspect is not overt — it is woven into both the overwhelming opening and the base. The closest comparison would be Zino by Davidoff — but there’s a catch: it only resembles the opening of this fragrance. A special mention must be made of its “pharmaceutical” facet — something truly unique. Following my earlier analogy, the medicinal notes evolve from something modern and polished to something resembling early alchemy — formaldehydic and alcoholic in character. Peppermint oil. Ethanol infused with phenobarbital. It makes sense to search for a vintage version. The modern release, while preserving the essence and heart of the fragrance, feels flatter and lacks longevity. That said, credit must be given to the Emirates for acquiring the brand — without them, this fragrance might not exist today at all, especially at such an accessible price. The bottle is a separate topic altogether — I won’t even begin. I’ll just say this: this fragrance is absolutely essential for anyone who appreciates and studies the history of perfumery.

Warning: Demon in a bottle. There's a mad genie trapped inside this bottle, who likes to play tricks! You can already smell the black cloud emanating from the bottle. At first, you get spooked! This peculiar vision comes to you: A lonely urinal cake. Yes, he's happy...but it's saturday night, men are drinking and the little blue piece melts to nothing...so you get urine; full-on, bar men restroom stench on a saturday night. Argh! Did I mention the genie likes to play tricks? Yes spooking you for a good hour or so -for me it felt like 5. I got to say, when that urinal cake smell disappeared, I felt the scent changing, and it gave me goosebumps. First time a perfume frightens me. Yay! After the first scare, the demon wants to apologize and properly introduce himself; he opens the book of his life, his memories. You get the smell of ancient things, like very OLD fur rugs, forgotten in a dusty mansion (very dusty). Antidiluvian leatherbound books with weird writings everywhere. Very evocative and powerful, super impressive. Afterwards, you get suddenly transported into what looks like a curiosities storage room at night; you can barely picture all kinds of funny and creepy things stacking around: stuffed animals older than you (fur again), shapeless things preserved in bottles, medicinal plants (anise?) and dry flowers (poisons?) A storm outside has passed so you open the windows, and the humid fragrant air from the cemetery behind enters the room; smell of old moss and some white flowers, mixing with the furs, the old books, the dry spices...All things ancient. Solemn. The genie is not mischievous anymore, he wants to share you his pain, his melancholy on an old life full of loneliness. The portrait of a lady wearing a victorian dress, laces and velvet, on a wall. From the graveyard, you hear her lament... SDPH conjures impressions, emotions, sensations. Very unique, it's not a "likeable" scent -you'd hear the cap laughing at you if you say that- but it's a Dali's painting, pure and simple. Gothic, otherwordly, obscene, sensuous painting. This potion managed to bring Dali's art and perfumery together, and it's madly oniric and beautiful. P.S: Vintage edition owned; strong sillage, loooongevity to the max - woke me up at night of course, why not? Lasts several days on clothes -if you can't stand the urine smell of the start, try spraying on clothes. This perfume is out of this world. Give it time!

Dali pour Homme is a masterpiece made by the great perfumer Thierry Wasser. Recently I bought a bottle with the reformulated fragrance. I had two bottles in the eighties and nineties and the fragrance is very special for me. This brings back so many memories of my past. Playing in bands, going by train to my rehearsal space, gigs or work on hot summer days and cold winter days and nights. My days of SD&R&R. I fell in love with this weird complex unique fragrance that I bought in my favorite warehouse with the best perfume department in town. The strange green balsamic opening, the thick spicy heart with anise, licorice and wormwood, oakmoss, patchouli, jasmine, amber, heliotrope and sandelwood. And it lasted and lasted. It attracted male and female so noticeable that I really can say that this frag was a pure aphrodisiac. Sticky moments in toilets and dressing rooms. Warm smiles from persons sitting next to you or at the opposite place in public transport. It was pure magic. Sometimes the effect was just too much for me, overwhelming and creating some weird kind of unrest. The chemistry of this perfume was extreme, powerful and unique. It was my companion and precious tool in my erotic universum. When the package came in that I bought on the internet for a very affordable price I opened the bottle and sprayed the latest edition. Instantly I recognized the DNA . But it's sadly a watered down version of the original. Also the opening is rather horrible and smells like an ashtray and cigarette butts. Luckily the dry down is much better and I smell and feel the DNA of the original again but this version doesn't have the same potency, longevity and attractive effect on my senses. Yes, it's the same beautiful bottle, designed by Salvador Dali himself. Together with the genius of Wasser the creative proces in those days steamed up to great olfactory heights. This is not the real deal and I don't know the reason why they produced such a watered down version. I can imagine that some ingredients may no longer be used because of toxic properties or because they are simply no longer available. So I will respect that. I am still glad I purchased this, just for the memories of an amazing period. I hope it develops further on a positive way in the bottle.

Blind bought a mini tester of this scent and it's been constantly on my mind ever since the first night I tried it out. It's a morbid way to think of it, but this fragrance reminds me of my father and his passing. Off the top, the brash blast of citrus and spices takes me back to when I was a child and my father used to layer on Old Spice (out of that little plastic spray bottle I miss so much). The bergamot, lavender, anise, and tarragon are all so loud and pervasive, but comforting and nostalgic. Something familiar but out of reach. The heart of SDPH is a very pleasant and surprising mixture of flowers. Once the top notes have dissipated, I'm left with the floral scent of a funeral or a wake. Large bouquets of lily-of-the-valley strewn about, the jasmine on the necks of grieving women in the crowd, and the geraniums sitting neglected on the windowsill. It's a tentative peace. After a few hours, the scent of sandalwood, patchouli and amber linger close to the skin. It's an inoffensive incense one would burn when trying to look for spiritual guidance or some sign that, as Bob Dylan would say, "Death is not the end". Finally, before the fragrance completely leaves my skin [on first trial, a grand total of 4 drops from a dabber lasted well over 10+ hours in the crook of my elbows behind both ears] the cedar, oakmoss and vetiver brings to mind the image of an immaculately stained casket being lowered into the damp earth on a cloudy day. Everything is still, harmonious, and there's a type of closure. When other reviewers call this scent "wicked", I can attest that they are being absolutely honest with you. This is a complex and dense fragrance, at least to me, that oozes unearthly qualities all through the pyramid. Yet at the end, it's no longer a supernatural threat. Instead, it's oddly comforting, like the Elysian Fields. Perhaps I just got lucky that Salvador Dali Pour Homme works with my own body chemistry. Very few perfumes and colognes have evoked such a vivid and emotional mental portrait for me after just one sniff. This will be my go-to for those gloomy autumn evenings when the leaves are turning and the soil is wet with afternoon rain.

I was really excited to try this. It's got the most interesting set of reviews on here in my opinion. I've got several of Thierry Wasser's Guerlain perfumes and I think they're all really well blended, so I was also interested to see how all these notes fit together. I got a 8ML flacon from Ebay, which it looks like several other people here have also purchased. I'm hoping this is the real deal, it said "sample" on it and wasn't plastic wrapped but the notes follow what are listed here. The opening was like my grandmother's medicine cabinet. Which is to say ... it was great! Citrus and herbal, but also powdery somehow. This only lasted a few minutes, though before things started to get weird, so I found myself adding a just little more to get more of that great opening. The middle for me is where things took a left turn. In the opening, the tarragon adds a nice light licorice herbal flavor, but then the anise comes on strong and the fun lighthearted times are over. It also gets very floral, like funeral home or hospital or something. But the drydown ... this is something else. Looking at the notes ahead of time, I was thinking this looks like base notes' greatest hits, the only thing missing is tonka bean. When the florals die down it really mellows out. The sandalwood and patchouli behind the moss are just so warm and pleasant I don't see why anyone wouldn't like this. I never quite got the mustiness a lot of people were talking about. No "Nosferatu's castle." Maybe a little "haunted woods" though when the oakmoss comes on. I'm happy to report I've also missed out on any burnt rubber or urine. I'm only a few hours in though so who knows, maybe it'll try and kill me in my sleep. But if it doesn't, I'm going to wear this to the office tomorrow to try it on my perfume focus group of office ladies. I'll wait a couple hours before I approach any other human beings though. Overall, definitely a unique experience with more twists and turns than any other scent I have, so why not get your own 8ML bottle so you can have fun writing your own review! I know I did!

Grew up in NYC in a Latino catholic household. I had Caucasian friends. I didn’t conform to the norm. I always felt different. I followed trends but always added a twist. This fragrance represents a part of my identity to a tee. This isn’t one for the masses. This is one of self discovery and pure individuality. I read the comments section here and said I need to find this and try this. That was a mission in itself. I was able to procure 3 mini sample. I opened up the cap and felt that connection immediately. It was that baseline of ok this has something that others have but it’s not ordinary. I ended up sampling this and the pictures that dominated my thoughts were quite intense. I’m not a dominant person but the energy that these scents were summoning were not for the timid. I capped this and hid it. I knew I had to obtain a larger bottle. For the next 8 or so months I’ve played shall I get it or not. Well I finally pulled the trigger. I’m sitting here writing this saying I should have gotten two more bottles. This fragrance is something else. It has an old school vibe but also has this magical sense of being able to work in today current fragrance market. The reason that this would not be a top dog is that it’s dark. It reminds me of when Dior released Fahrenheit. When it was released it was immensely different from the current market. DPH isn’t meant for limelight. It’s meant for the dark corner where it summons you to it. It carries a somewhat more similar vibe to Drakkar Noir especially in the way that it holds onto and introduces you to the top and middle notes. I need a backup bottle! If you’re any sort of wimpy guy...this isn’t for you! If you’re a frat bro...this isn’t for you! This is strictly meant for a man who is different. One who can stray from the pack and call his own shots. One who get things done without the assistance of others yet not break a sweat. If you have what it takes I can assure you that this fragrance will command a new kind of respect.

WOW! Where do I start? I guess I'll let the other posters below tell you how marvelous this stuff smells. I'm just going to relate what this beautiful, weird fragrance did to me. After reading the reviews for weeks, I broke down and blind-bought an old, vintage bottle. I love it so much, but it is so dark and unusual I decided about the only place I would wear it was in my own home. I spray it on my forearms and my chest before going to bed. It is perfect for that. Last night after spritzing and sacking out for the night I fell asleep enjoying that wonderful, mysterious dark scent. I woke up about three hours later (I THINK) I woke up.. I could have been halllucinating or still asleep for all I know. In any case, for the first time in my life, I experienced my first ever, THREE DIMENSIONAL fragrance! I don't know how else to explain it! I was in some very dark, deep, sensuous cavern surrounded by living fragrances that assaulted me from out of a vast chasm of deep endlessness. Each ravaging scent creature was it's own being, but was part of this vast, three dimensional whole.. What I experienced was not linear or layered in any way as with most scents I smell, but was totally, completely, separately, all at once. There was a front to back feeling, but it was completely a three dimensional whole. This THING surrounded me and filled me with the most beautiful, dark, mysterious fragrance I have ever smelled. All through the assault the burning of raging, smoky incense filled the dark void with a thick food for the roaming, ever-present fragrance beasts. When I snapped out of it, I lied there on the bed knowing I had just experienced something that was alive and had come out of the Salvador Dali bottle. I will apply it again tonight! How could I not! I have just told you the truth! Salvador Dali is a Three dimensional, spooky, mysterious, beautiful, living, one-of-a-kind fragrance. I won't be without it again! It's a better trip than Disneyland with Pink Floyd!

I purchased a vintage bottle of this, blind buy but I couldn't resist at the cheap price I found it for on eBay. I really just wanted to see what it was like and have it in my collection as I'd read a lot of reviews. I expected a really aggressive nose stinging dark fragrance but it's actually a really nice one. It's is strong but not intimidatingly so, sweet and spicy/smokey. Very nice, half spritz on the back of my hand and it's like the fragrance is breathing and exhaling, I think I can't smell it and then suddenly there's a whiff making its way to me. Also if the descriptions are correct then this was released the same year I was born '87' I recently read somewhere else, a comparison to Vintage Zino by Davidoff, I can detect this ever so slightly but only briefly, it's the sweeteness. Dali lures you into a false sense of "oh this is sweet, punchy and slightly spicy" then you detect this underlying slight bitterness smell that just puts you in mind of being somewhere old, dark and dirty/skanky. Don't let that put you off because this is actually a good thing. I love it, just managed to buy another vintage (cofci) of this too. It's dark, it's mysterious, it's strong and it's a 10/10 Really enjoying this one, the only downside is having to use it only ocassionally to save it as it's so hard to get a hold of. **2020 and I've managed to purchase 150ml of this in the last couple of weeks. Both very early vintages one 50ml spray and a 100ml splash. Both previously unused, they both smell as fresh as they should. Very happy about that. Ebay is worth keeping an eye on. I've found some people seem to list it as a perfume, presumably an assumption based on the lips but undoubtedly they've been the real deal and in actual fact "Pour Homme" It helps to stalk listings as I've been doing more recently. **June 2020 Managed to get a "Edition Speciale" bottle of which is the vintage formulation only with a fancier box and a clear bottle and another 50ml regular vintage.

Hooooo boy, this is somethin' else. I've never used this fragrance before and as far as I know I've never smelled it, but the first time I sniffed this I kinda just fell in love. It is oozing with masculinity, this is the kind of fragrance that might make your girlfriend flinch because it's very powerful and it does have an animalic note that I guess I would attribute to castoreum or something like that. It's not listed in the notes, but it definitely has a note similar to that which I'm picking up. Aside from this, there's a really strong and dirty patchouli note which is present from the opening until the far dry down and even hours after one spray on my arm from about 5 hours ago I'm still picking up that patchouli along with some lavender. This bad boy is gonna last at least 8 hours on a full wearing, and it's very strong and projective. I would say because of the composition being fairly dark and rich, plus the intensity from it being so strong, that this is more wearable in winter and fall but you could definitely pull it off in the spring. If you wanna do it in the summer, you do you, I'm all for that myself but I would personally recommend it first and foremost in the winter and fall and at night as it's not a super upbeat fragrance that screams "sunshine". I would not wear this one to the office. Overall I absolutely love this fragrance right off the bat. It's perfect for colder weather and nights out, and while it lacks versatility it is pretty unique and daring which I'll actually take more often than not over versatility. It's inexpensive, it's masculine, it lasts a long time, it projects strongly and for the price you just get a lot especially if you can get it in the 25-35 range. I'll give Salvador Dali Pour Homme an A-.

As a designer company, Salvador Dali has relied on different perfumers. In this case the chosen one (and only once) was a stll young Thierry Wasser. This perfumer has been a recurring choice for Guerlain, creating rare gems like "L'Abeille aux Ailes Or - Paradis Interdit", highly desired treasures like "Shalimar Ode à la Vanille - Sur la route du Mexique" and "Shalimar Parfum Initial", in addition to commercial successes such as the line "L'Homme Idéal", "Guerlain Homme", "Encens Mythique" and "Cuir Intense". So, it's only natural that Dali Pour Homme may hav a lot of Guerlain vibes, and that has been always one of my findings before noticing the connectionthrough Thierry Wasser. Longevity and sillage are quite above average and fulfill the wishes of any demanding customer. The scent is quite unique as it is both animalic and earthy. It opens with fougére notes where the anised and herbal bitterish tarragon is particulary strong. It evolves with a strong mossy accord sweetened by some florals. In the bottom if offers a resinous background with noticeable scents of patchouli, musk and vetiver. A not listed sandalwood must have somehow made its way to the bottom notes. Like any fougére you may use it almost in any season provided the weather it's not very hot, as the fragrance is more suitable for cold weather. Also it is not a compliment grabber, although it is recognised as very agreable by many due to its greeness that may fool you with a disguise of a "fresh easyt scent". In reality it's a somewhat complex, dark green and very well made fragrance. It does not create enormeous legions of worshipers, but it raises a bunch of highly enthusiastic followers. The presentation is stunning.

Dalì pour Homme is a flashback to my late teens: as a pretentious art student I was obsessed with Surrealists, especially Salvador Dalì, and first got this about a year before Dalì's death in 1989. My fondness for Dalì waned somewhat after spending time in Spain where Dalì is a controversial figure because of his fanatical Catholicism and fondness for the fascist dictatorship of El Caudillo (and "Generalissimo") Francisco Franco - installed after the civil war with help from Hitler and Mussolini - who rewarded the artist's fealty to the regime with an aristocratic title, naming him the "Marquès de Dalì de Púbol". Unlike his contemporary Picasso, who fled Spain after the Civil War, Dalì actively collaborated with Franco. In any case, his art is legendary. Although Dalì was pretty gaga at the end I like to think he collaborated with Thierry Wasser before his death to create his namesake fragrance. Dalì pour Homme (original version - NOT the current travesty) is a remarkable fragrance, a potent, complex blend that's pretty linear: aromatic, woody, oakmossy with a pronounced animalic aspect that I presume is civet and/or castoreum. It reminds me of the old press photos of Dalì with his crazy moustache walking his pet ocelot, Babou. I have the original version which is very animalic - in the same way as Furyo and Ungaro II - It's a wild one. Surreal, sexy, and bold. Not for the shy, retiring wallflower, this requires confidence to wear, especially nowadays when animalic notes are rare. I don't know what the reformulated version is like, but that animalic note is so integral to the Dalì pour Homme as I know it, that I cannot imagine it without it.

I've got a really strange bottle from Création Beauté International that says it is: "Made in France, Assembled in the UAE". The strange part is that the box (assembled in the UAE) is different from the ones I see on most reputable websites, with a cut out on the Dali portrait. It just has the portrait printed on it like a fake would do. The second box that protects the fragrance inside is vanilla, totally blank, without the Dali branding that I saw on various unboxings available on the internet. The scent seems to be according to the notes and some of the descriptions here, I only had 1 wear so far. I researched a bit, but no one comments about this specific version of the fragrance. I'm sure the UAE assembler is reputable, if this is really an original/official cooperation, but even the batch number (U250681A) does not match any pattern from the checkfresh database. Would be glad to hear from others if anyone had the same experience. Update 11/13/2025: I've checked and this version is not a fake, just a new release of the fragrance and Creation Beaute is known for doing stuff like this to cut on costs according to some fragheads on the interwebs. The scent is good, I love it - and it performs OK, seems to be improving with time. Update 11/28/2025: The scent is improving with time. Moreno's description of it matches my impression (Zino-esq), and its lasting longer while projecting a bit more now. I don't find it specially dark (to my taste and experience), it's just a very masculine cologne - and that's fine with me. Glad I purchased it regardless of all of the above.

When I write a review, I don't like making analogies, conjuring up images or using long lists of epithets, as I find the practice somewhat useful, but not to the point. This, however, is exactly what makes a review of this one a difficult task. This fragrance begs a wild analogy, as it is so hard to pinpoint, being many things at one and the same time. You have never smelled anything like SD pour Homme before, nor will you do in the future. It was released in an era when every fragrance was distinctive, but still shared something with the rest, but this is barely the case with this little gem. Consider this in light of today's releases and you get an idea of its originality. But to get to the point, Salvador Dali pour Homme is a love story. You cannot do otherwise but be moved by it, such is its candidness. It does not mince words, it rather tells you the ugly truth. A scent of deep emotions, not wild, primitive ones, but deep. As far as the composition goes, it is useless trying to analyse - it is all there, exquisitely blended. Patchouli, sandalwood, lots of lavender, a lethal dose of oakmoss, anise and vetiver, but also all the little minor notes, assiduously working to keep the whole thing together, this is what I get. The opening is too much by any criterion. After that, enjoy the ride. You will remember its every moment. Surely, Thierry Wasser never created something as good since the moment he conceived SD pour Homme.

Salvador Dali pour Homme is a strangely seductive spell, one that is outlandishly playful, from its hypnagogic bottle to the rich, fullness of its composition. A disorienting beauty of dare, of floral temptation, of tasteful herbs, of murky depth, of superfluous care, Salvador Dali pour Homme wears like a dark barbershop fougère and a diffusively rich oriental, where a dominate lavender anise pairing, sooted in clary sage, basil, and tarragon, lightly soaked in citrus, ventures into the flower beds of lily of the valley and its poetic sweet, green dew, jasmine and its pungent urinous honey, geranium and its rosy, green patina, and heliotrope and its savoury powdery blush; that fluidly mesh as a warm, delicious funk emanating from a deeply creased love seat and a moist lipstick trace on a freshly laundered collar. Eventually all this action gives way to a loosened mossy belt of lichen, feverishly relenting to a base heavy, musky patchouli stroke and a vanilla finish; that altogether culminates as a tastefully tarry, chocolaty kiss wafting in creamy resins and a leather wink. The whole experience is otherworldly and beckons like a wanton pull between an incubus and a succubus in the hour of the wolf... Sweetly dark, sensually dank, and strictly decadent, Salvador Dali pour Homme is a paradoxical wonder of beauty in the beast/beast in the beauty that is surely rousing and luring as a forbidden kiss... Genius!

SDPH, a fragrance shrouded in darkness and mystery, emerges as a captivating olfactory experience that leaves an indelible mark. This unapologetically masculine scent defies convention with its confident and seductive aura, making a statement that resonates long after it's applied. The scent unfolds with an intriguing blend of Anise, Clary Sage, Lavender, Tarragon, Basil, Bergamot, Tangerine, and Lemon in the top notes. This combination sets the stage for a composition that is both playful and unique, capturing attention with its unconventional charm. As SDPH evolves, the middle notes of Geranium, Jasmine, Heliotrope, and Lily-of-the-Valley contribute to its smooth and rounded composition. The scent weaves a tapestry of floral and herbaceous elements, creating a multi-faceted experience that intrigues and delights. In the base, SDPH reveals a foundation of Patchouli, Oakmoss, Sandalwood, Vetiver, Amber, Cedar, and Vanilla. This combination not only ensures longevity but also adds depth and warmth, making it suitable for the fall season. For those who appreciate niche scents, SDPH stands out as a bold and distinct choice. Its long-lasting nature, combined with its confident and seductive character, makes it a fragrance that leaves a lasting impression. With a playful and unique composition, SDPH invites individuals to embrace the enigmatic allure that comes with each spritz.

A very complex fragrance. Unique and distinct. A masterpiece. It's termed horror, dark, ugly etc... Perhaps by the admirers of today's fragrances, when most fragrances resemble each other and excite your salivary glands instead of the olfactory nerves. For them, yes, surely, this sublime SDPH creation is like a thunder in the softness of the head. It requires the education of the olfactory sense, which once made this miracle of perfume can be appreciated at its true value. This perfume is masculine in excellence, but it is not for today's effeminate males, but for mature, evolved, serious men and self contained. A perfume with sad notes, but not necessarily morbid. No resemblance to urinal Kouros, SDPH is patchoulic. He's hot in his heart, but with a cool upper dominance wrapping him up. It opens with a symphony of strong flavors, where the citrus, anise, salvia, basil and tarragon (I love tarragon!) feel, and slowly calm down, finally changing his personality with notes of patchouli, vanilla, resin and leather. The performances are good, with 3-4 hours of force and sillage (on me). It then calms, remaining discreet, but present for up to 16 hours on the skin. Patchouli is his last twinge and feels fine even at 24 hours. A great fragrance for special souls.