Both are utterly fantastic, so if you don't own these already, you know where your Christmas present money is going.
All renditions of various bedside filth -
Eau Sauvage is a man you want to know (Biblically) -
Diorella smells like a well-used bidet. Squishy, fecal aspects of jasmine cranked up to 11 on cloudy, scum-grey bathtub water. On the edge of the tub there's a half-melted cake of citrus soap sitting in a chipped white ceramic dish with a single pubic hair on the rim. Oh lord, now it's developing the waxy, greasy hair cheesecurdiness of Dior-Dior that makes you envision the word "spermaceti."
Diorella = celery-green.
Eau Sauvage = warm, slightly acrid breath and oily skin.
I'm going to put on "Histoire de Melody Nelson" now.