Christian Dior Hypnotic Poison

Was ever a perfume created that was better suited to femme fatales than Hypnotic Poison? There’s the name, of course, and then there’s the apple-shaped bottle in a shade somewhere between dried blood and Chanel Vamp, evoking temptresses from Eve to Snow White’s evil stepmother.

Who I always thought was pretty fabulous, personally. Is that Vamp I spy on those nails?

Finally, we come to the fragrance itself. With vanilla and coconut as its most prominent notes, one could not be blamed for expecting HP to be just another girlish, flirtatious vanilla. Instead, it is that rarest of things: a vanilla for grownups. A fabulous bitter almond note gives HP a seductive edge over its vanillic brethren. The effect is something like seeing a confident, sophisticated woman, perhaps clad in a sharp YSL suit, in a room otherwise populated by sorority sisters.

A friend declared HP “overly mature”. In a world where, at age 23, Heidi Montag felt that she needed ten different surgeries, HP may indeed be a “mature” fragrance. I, for one, am thankful that such fragrances still exist. However, I won’t deny that this is a strong, heady fragrance, and is probably best in smaller doses. I find Hypnotic Poison to be absolutely beautiful, almost poignant in its darkness. It’s the best of the Poison line, for my money.


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