Hypnotic Poison Elixir Dior 2008

"When first I tasted my own blood
felt the surge and the stir
of my own life on my lips
I swore that day to love myself above all."
~ Oath Of Lilith, Vampire The Masquerade - World Of Darkness

Just a small moment of inattention and now it falls, unstoppable, shattering like in slow motion on the ground. Shards spray in all directions, glittering like uncut diamonds, but most of them simply remain lying there, drenched in sluggish, golden nectar. Both the contents and the honey jar are irreparably broken, and yet you instinctively reach for one of the large glass pieces where honey remnants gather... you flinch back as the sharp edge bites you, stick your finger in your mouth and suck on it.

The taste that spreads on your tongue is sweet, heavy, and bitter - unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, and even though it might not be strictly necessary, since the cut wasn't deep, you put your finger back in your mouth without thinking after you have cautiously eyed it. For a couple of heartbeats, you close your eyes and listen to your heartbeat, which somehow sounds louder, feeling the honey sweetness slowly recede.

Then you start to pick up the shards and perhaps lose yourself once or twice more in the contemplation of the sharp-edged, gold-dipped glass pieces, as if they were actually fragments of frozen time. Time that you spend only with yourself...

Hypnotic Poison Elixirs by Dior have accompanied me for years - it is the scent to which I always return, which I wear in every mood and in any weather, every season. It is sweet in a dull, sluggish way yet not overly prominent. At least on my skin, the nuances that initially merged into a whole do not change much anymore; only a certain rich, heavy warmth joins in, one could say it simply clings a little closer to the skin.