Poison by Dior

My absolute favorite, impossible to forget. At first, it’s intense, almost unbearable, but once it dries down, it becomes addictive. It evokes a white snake with red eyes stalking, with a few flowers as silent witnesses to the scene.

I’d been wanting to smell it for ages; my mom used it in the 90s and it always felt iconic to me. I thought it would be gothic and high-maintenance, so I didn’t hesitate to try it at the Dior counter in the mall. From the first spritz, I was hooked: plum with red berries and cilantro, incredibly intense, powerful, dark, and delicious. It’s strong but addictive. Over time, neroli, incense, honey, jasmine, and carnation emerge, making it truly special. That blend is gothic and sweet: deep, sensual, and very 80s. Lasts amazingly on skin: I sprayed it at 3 PM and could still smell it when I went to sleep at 10 (7 hours). The trail is long and noticeable; several ladies in the mall told me, ‘honey, what perfume are you wearing? You smell amazing.’ My aunt said it gave her nostalgia for the scents of the late 80s and 90s. On clothes, it’s impressive: I wore a jacket I’d used yesterday, and it still smells, softer, honeyed, and vanilla-like. I give it 9.5/10. Smells incredible, long trail, excellent longevity. The only downside is the price. I just hope Dior doesn’t discontinue it; it’s definitely the best of the brand.

Great! Does anyone have a similar alternative suggestion? Because it doesn’t last on me at all, and spending that price for such poor performance… I wish it existed. Thank you infinitely and huge hugs.

I bought it by mistake for my wife because I misread the name; she wanted Hypnotic Poison, and it was a huge surprise when she smelled it… this is very vintage 80s, and we thought… it smells like an 80-year-old lady, pffff… what do we do now? We’re just left looking for someone who wants to buy this tremendous witch perfume for Halloween.

Reading the wonderful comments made me doubt myself, really do I smell what I smell? I remember being stunned by the punch in the face upon spraying it, wow. What a horrible perfume. It’s undoubtedly the worst I’ve ever smelled. And the curious thing is that something so horrible to me is so good for others. Incredible.

Poison has something intoxicating, bewitching, cursed, and sensual, super dark. I could say it’s VERY similar to Lou Lou by Cacharel, but it’s not the same. Poison, like all Dior fragrances, has degenerated into something lacking in nuances, linear, synthetic as a Fanta Zero, losing its charm due to affordable reformulations (affordable for the brand, obviously XD). They smell similar, you can tell which is Poison, which is Hypnotic, which is Pure… okay, but reformulating until you strip away the magic starts to feel like accepting clones as originals. I have the old Poison, the purple oval bottle from the 80s. It’s a damn masterpiece. Sensual aldehydes, darkness without domination, magical alchemy? How did they configure an ode to the dark, mysterious, and sibilant with something powdery, feminine, and syrupy? Ugh, it blows my mind. This is the nighttime perfume, with personality, brutal longevity that smells unique with just a few sprays, BUT… there is a huge abyss between the current version and the vintage original. I won’t switch to the current one because my vintage is worth more to me; I’d rather use it less often than the current one every night. <3 No comparison, it's edulcorated Poison, flattened, yes it's Poison, but what a different experience. Wearing a perfume isn't 'I want to smell like something similar,' that would be a room spray. It means: I want to BE, to experience, to feel. How can I experience something intoxicating if everything smells synthetic? It could be my signature if I find another vintage bottle, it will be. ^^ No comparison, it's edulcorated Poison, flattened, yes, but what a totally different experience.

It hurts to see an icon so destroyed by reformulations. I’m not a Dior fan because they ruin everything, just like they did with Joy by Jean Patou or Tendre Poison. Poison has five minutes of magic and then it’s all gone; it lasts about three hours but very softly, with an intimate trail…

I can’t add anything new to what’s already said about Poison. The plum jam accord, resinous incense, and majestic neroli are legendary. I had to overcome the resistance of associating it with an older lady leaving church, since it was used massively for decades. Sometimes its excessive character can be overwhelming; it’s very sensual. I love feeling the silkiness of the neroli and that almond aftertaste of heliotrope in the throat. The 90s Esprit de Parfum is very similar, just with less floral and more resinous, slightly more masculine, though that sounds ridiculous because everything in Poison is feminine. Wearing it is a daring exercise in deconstructing masculinity, but it’s worth it.

It saddens me that they reformulated it, perhaps due to regulations, but I think it’s to modernize it. It’s not as brutal as the original anymore. It leaves an incredible trail and you notice when you arrive. In the first half-hour, the exquisite plum really stands out. Then it shifts to something sweet and unique without being cloying. The trail lasts about four hours, then becomes intimate and sensual. On clothes, it’s more linear and long-lasting. It remains one of my favorites.

I’m here to edit my review because I didn’t do it properly. For me, this perfume is worthy of a villain or a dark witch; it emanates mystery. To my nose, it’s super dark, something a goth girl or a very elegant lady would wear. It clearly smells vintage but is so delicious it adapts to any era. I think you need a lot of personality to wear it and not fear receiving looks of disgust or wrinkled noses, because it’s a perfume that is loved or hated without more. I love it; I love its darkness and elegance; it’s far one of my favorites. At 33, I enjoy it too much. The only thing that bugs me is its longevity; if it lasted longer, it would be perfect 🖤.

Beautiful perfume with a mysterious vibe; juicy fruity notes warmed by a touch of incense. It transports me to a country cabin: a bottle of red wine, grapes, burning wood, tea, and fresh air. It’s elegant and seductive, with incredible trail and longevity. I’m talking about the vintage version with the golden Christian Dior logo. Smells super natural, like red fruits, grapes, honey, incense, and flowers.

A spell from another era. I like it, but it doesn’t fully convince me because it smells very old-school. It doesn’t smell like an older lady; it smells like the past: what a mature, elegant woman would wear in the 80s/90s. It’s strong, intoxicating, and super seductive. I think it’s rich, but more for people 40 and up. Very complex, I really like it, but I prefer Poison Girl; I don’t identify with something so intense yet. You can smell the incense and fresh spices, plus the plum, but it’s zero sweet, which makes it interesting. Super enchanting, I’ll definitely be back in a few decades. Something similar but more youthful is Versace’s Crystal Noir.

Poison isn’t for the average person, and that’s exactly where the magic lies. It’s a favorite of mine for those who appreciate bold, complex scents that make a statement. It radiates sensuality, dark as its bottle, with a depth that brings in plum and wild berries, yet it’s incredibly sweet thanks to honey and cinnamon, creating a magnificent allure. Ultimately, these notes float in vanilla, amber, sandalwood, and musk—all well-blended but always supporting the plum. It’s as sexy as it gets; if you want to provoke sighs, this is the one. A must for romantic dates, especially nighttime ones. It transports me to a skyscraper at night with the moon in the background, just the two of us, in black stockings and sensual attire. Yes, it’s definitely not for everyone, but personally, it intoxicates me. Of course, application matters: in spring and summer, one spray in the evening for enclosed spaces; in autumn and winter, I enjoy double application—two during the day and three at night. The key is dosage and loving the notes. Don’t buy it blindly; it’s complex, but those who appreciate it will adore it. Poison lives up to its name: a poison in a good sense—sweet, narcotic, intoxicating, dark, and sensual that won’t kill you (if you know how to use it), because its trail and projection can be overwhelming if you overdo it. It’s in my favorites, timeless and unique. It will never disappoint you in class, style, or longevity (almost a day on skin and days on clothes). A perfume love story, out of this world, impossible to ignore. If you don’t get compliments, people will question you. Dior didn’t make a mistake; it was a total hit. Some people leave a mark, and some perfumes transcend it. Poison does exactly that. It’s for the woman of every era, confident and knowing where she’s going. I’m not talking about ages, but Poison whispers that you should already know what you want.

I’ve been debating whether to review this because the positive opinions are overwhelming and make me doubt my nose. But I think a perfume called ‘Poison’ isn’t meant to please or be liked; that’s its personality. Many reviews have a pink tint of nostalgia. The first time I smelled it in a perfumery, I thought the bottle had expired. The second and third times, I admitted it smells like this… and it smells to me of something so offensive that I prefer to stay silent. I wonder if my young nose got too accustomed to mass-produced and sugary perfumes. I think decades ago, fragrances had more personality. Said that, I stand by my opinion and say I don’t like it.

I’ve met many perfumes, but none compare to Poison, despite Dior’s hateful reformulations. This one is from another world… a true poison, so strong that water can’t wash it off; it penetrates right into your DNA. This Poison hasn’t stopped selling its soul to the women who wear it. It overpowers everything, absolutely everything, even in environmental perfume shops full of resins. It seeks to install itself on its throne. It’s a great perfume, a tremendous dark and sensual fruity scent. This perfume speaks for you if you’re afraid to wear it. There’s no age limit, and it surpasses in quality everything I’ve tried. A kiss and a hug to this poem of passion.