What ho, folks. Ooly’s back from her latest recon, bringing you the world’s cutest little mini-haul from a recent trip through the mystical forests of Versailles: Dior Vernis in Perlé (#187) and Dior Addict Lip Glow in Coral (#004) from the Trianon Collection, Spring 2014.
This is PART ONE, in which I talk LIP GLOOOOW. I’m not usually a big fan of lip products that aren’t balm. You know, when you’re out and about in the frosty mountain air all day, you don’t want hair getting stuck in your pretty lip gloss. You want balm. ALL of the balm. Because wind chill is a bitch.
So how did I end up with this lip glow bullet in my ammo bag? Well, see, there’s this rogue called Syl, and she will. not. shut. up. about the lip thingies… Plus, this glowy one said “color reviver balm” on it. BALM.
In the little booklet, it promised rather a lot: “customized color”, “complete lip care action” (!), and “an extremely long-lasting result”. Ahh, but in addition, to win my approval, it would have to tick several essential boxes: wear-time; hydration; nice smell; no weird taste; solid, non-melty formula; good mechanism. I’m not picky, really.
How did it do?
“Customized colour result”? No idea. Since the mage fixed me up after that little run-in with the cranky sorcerer, I only have the one set of lips. But it sure makes them look pretty and healthy, without being too colourful. I like it! Also, no problem if you happen to colour outside the lines. I love this because I usually need my balm to go outside the lipline for comfort.
“Complete lip care action” (!). Apparently, it contains extracts of wild mango and luffa cylindrica (the stuff they make loofahs out of). Whatever’s in it, it’s divine. Smooth to apply, comfortable to wear (not greasy or watery), and I am totally satisfied with the hydration levels.
“Extremely long-lasting result”. I’m insanely picky about this – unless I’m feasting on a tasty, roasted something, balms must stay put, but my lips drink the stuff like it’s the last barrel of cider in the cellar. The Lip Glow passed this one with flying colours – great wear-time, and it even fought off some frozen yoghurt.
Taste? None, which is just fine with me. Smell? LOVE. Honestly, I would wear it for this alone. I think it’s meant to be toffee, which sounds ghastly, but it’s really sort of caramel-y, minty, and not-too-sweet. Mmmm! Great for staving off thoughts of one’s stomach when food is scarce.
Formula & mechanism? Well, the tube is Dior-pretty, with the usual silver knobby thing. I love the formula. The balm feels good on. It doesn’t move on your face or feel like a layer of something goopy. Added bonus: it doesn’t wobble in the tube, or melt if kept in a bag too close to the campfire by accident. I’ve had it for over a month, now, and of the three (yes, three! because variety is the spice of life) balms in my bag, it’s the first one I reach for.
Verdict: Big Ooly Tick! IF YOU CAN STILL FIND ONE, BUY ONE. #004 Coral is LE, but if you prefer a pinker tone, there’s another shade (#001) that’s permanent and equally lovely. I might get one of those, too…
Dior Addict Colour Reviver Balm in Coral (#004): about US$30 or NZ$50-60, from the usual places.
As I always say, until I learn to spit gold, no one’s gonna pay me for my opinions! Sad but true. And so, until PART DEUX, mes chers amis… good hunting. And always look up.
Thanks Ooly for the fabulous review! :-)
Until next time, fellow adventurers, don’t forget to hydrate your lips! (Also check for traps).
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