Hypnotic Poison Dior 1998 Eau de Toilette

A few minutes ago, I wrote a fragrance description for Poison Girl. Hypnotic Poison is, for me, the absolute opposite.
I can throw both fragrances on like a costume. Poison Girl transforms me into Lolita, innocent yet calculating.
Hypnotic Poison, on the other hand, turns me into the famous blonde poison from film noir, who hires a washed-up private detective because she believes someone wants to do her harm. Into a femme fatale who turns that private detective's head. A woman whose desires are evident, and who, in the best case, gets what she wants. A woman about whom monologues are delivered like

"It was one of those rainy Thursdays when she walked into my office. She had legs that reached to the sky, and the scent of her skin was like hypnotizing poison."

Hypnotic Poison is, for me, a very mature fragrance, without having that often bothersome grandeur of mature women's perfumes. Wearing this scent often reminds me of donning a red evening dress, which stands out among all the other dresses and people, drawing all eyes to it.

Especially the lily of the valley combined with jasmine gives Hypnotic Poison the volume to fill an entire room while still creating a pleasantly distant bubble. Personally, I would generally describe the fragrance as very floral. Perhaps it really is just the lily of the valley that I perceive as very strong.

Hypnotic Poison is, for me, a timeless classic; however, I feel that one must grow into the fragrance. At first, I couldn't really smell it at all (lily of the valley isn't really my thing), but I caught myself sniffing my wrist repeatedly throughout the day. So, do I like it after all? Seems so.

I can say that Hypnotic Poison is one of the more mature fragrances in my collection. It is my costume when I stride through the night as a demanding yet simultaneously distant femme fatale in a red evening dress.

"I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me."