Dior Addict Gets a Glow-Up: Peachy, Purple, Rosy

I raised an eyebrow when I saw “Glow” again, then I laughed and leaned in. Dior Addict is no stranger to reinvention, but a trio of fleurmand flankers in one go, Addict Peachy Glow, Addict Purple Glow, Addict Rosy Glow, feels like a statement. Not just more sugar, but a new balance where flowers flirt with dessert instead of drowning in it.

Quick context for the uninitiated. The 2002 Dior Addict is a high-drama icon, lush with white florals and vanilla, the kind of scent that enters a room five seconds before you do. “Fleurmand” takes that DNA and lightens the mood, pairing blossoms with edible cues. Think glistening fruit skins, whipped musks, petals lacquered in a translucent glaze.

I haven’t smelled these three yet, so consider this a seasoned nose reading the room. Addict Peachy Glow sounds like a velvety-fruited floral, maybe peach nectar over musky vanilla, possibly an osmanthus wink. Addict Purple Glow hints at violet or iris with a juicy edge, blackberry or blackcurrant, a silky-powder undertone. Addict Rosy Glow likely leans into modern rose, jammy but clean, maybe lychee-bright with a soft cream finish. The “glow” naming suggests radiance over heft, diffusion over density.

Here’s what I’ll be testing when I get them on skin. Projection that’s present but not shouty, sweetness that doesn’t curdle by hour three, and a petal texture that feels plush rather than sticky. The best fleurmands create a halo, not a frosting accident. If Dior nailed the ratio, these could be clever daytime foils to the original’s night energy.

Layering ideas if you already own the classic. A mist of Addict Rosy Glow under the 2002 Dior Addict could soften the edges, while Addict Peachy Glow might brighten it with a sunlit, skin-hugging sheen. Addict Purple Glow sounds like the moody one, perfect for sweater weather and lipstick days.

Flanker fatigue is real. But when a house like Christian Dior decides to play in fleurmand, I pay attention. If these Glows trade frosting for gloss, they might be the rare crowd-pleasers that still feel like perfume, not pastry.