Poison Dior 1985 Eau de Toilette

Bottle Design Véronique Monod

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8.4 / 10 355 Ratings

Poison (Eau de Toilette) is a popular perfume by Dior for women and was released in 1985. The scent is floral-oriental. Projection and longevity are above-average. It is being marketed by LVMH.
Pronunciation

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Main accords

Floral

Oriental

Spicy

Sweet

Fruity

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Orange honey

Coriander

Plum

Rosewood

Wild berries

Aniseed

Pimento

Heart Notes

Tuberose

Carnation

Opoponax

Cinnamon

Frankincense

Jasmine

Neroli

Rose

Base Notes

Heliotrope

Vanilla

Amber

Cedar

Musk

Sandalwood

Vetiver

Perfumers

Jean Guichard, Edouard Fléchier

Ratings

Scent

8.4355 Ratings

Longevity

8.8318 Ratings

Sillage

8.7314 Ratings

Bottle

8.7324 Ratings

Value for money

8.0129 Ratings

Submitted by Sniffer, last update on 09.04.2024.

Variant of the fragrance concentration

This is a variant of the perfume Poison (Esprit de Parfum) by Dior, which differs in concentration.

Reviews

23 in-depth fragrance descriptions

05/28/2021

10
Pricing 10
Bottle 10
Sillage 10
Longevity 10
Scent

FioreMarina
24 Reviews

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FioreMarina

Top Review 109

Live from the poison cabinet: a policy critique.

*Preliminary note: This text could be perceived by sensitive readers as not politically correct in parts. This is a stylistic device of satire and not intended to hurt feelings. Who feels endangered: just click away!*

"For real, yo. Guys, I do not want to offend you. But - are you actually serious? So: do you stand by what you are doing? Is that all you have to offer? I mean, let's be honest: You use stuff that has names like "Not A Perfume", and you know what? It's even true! Because half of you don't smell it. And the other half, well, they are proud as hell because they only smell something for a quarter of an hour, that's all it lasts. You spray this imposition on yourself in homeopathic doses and that's elegant. But I always say: what's the use of all that understatement if no one notices?
And then your funny political correctness: rejoice like children, because you can artificially produce oud, while the original already smells like the underpants of my old man. And because the whole thing is just not beautiful, you quickly declare it art and discuss it here as if it were a Picasso. Man man.
The strongest thing you have in store is your stupid Baccarat Rouge, sorry, I can't remember the numbers behind it. You comment on it three times a week. It's got a kick, hasn't it? He's got balls, you say. Really? He's got balls?
I'll tell you something: I've got a kick. If a three-ingredient scent is going to knock you off your feet, you'd better buckle up. And I'll tell you something else: if you're planning to take me apart now, like you like to do here: just leave it. Seriously, I don't want to hear about "spice box" "sweet pea dipped in honey". I mean, hello? Are you okay? Would you listen to the sound of that? I mean, sure, it's true, I'm a freakin' cutie... but hey! You don't say that out loud if you have any decency. And to the smart people who think this is tuberose..: What the hell else am I supposed to smell like? I fucking smell like tuberose because it's the strongest flower you can get. All right? While I'm at it, I'll say something about my base: It's as wide as a horse's ass. And that thing that's bringing tears to your eyes is called sandalwood. From real sandalwood trees or whatever they're called, at least not like the synthetic shit you put on it. Where my amber comes from, I'd rather not tell you - otherwise you'll have bad dreams.
So, that's how it is with me. But as I said: I don't like it when you mess with me. I am what I am, namely a total work of art. All you need to know about me is..: I make sure you get noticed in the club. From the bouncer to the guys in the back room, they'll all know you're there. I'll party with you all night. I'll be there till the bitter end. And when you're hanging over the toilet bowl puking the next noon, guess what: Yeah, baby - then I'll still be there.
Girlz or Boyz? That's another dumb question. Where I come from, it looks like this: there Jon Bon Jovi and Tina Turner shared the wardrobe. They had the same hairdresser anyway. They wear the rosary around their neck and the Russian cross is tattooed from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, the rouge is also used as song shadow and if the mini goes more than four centimeters over the butt cheek, you're just a square. The Rocky-Horror-Picture-Show is not a cult. It's a daily routine. Dude, is that sexy? Yes, it is. And if you can't take it, then buy a knitting kit and sign up for a support group.
It's just, I'm fucking strong stuff. But something better than me has not yet come under your nose. And it ain't gonna come again, I'll tell you that. Some jokers call it slimming me down. That's an outrage. Only the original is the original and don't say you don't have the guts. Meet me, get to know me while you still can. And if you can't, let's meet in the perfume hall of fame. That's where I have a permanent seat End of announcement
PS: Many thanks to Sebà, who reminded me of this treasure and to TinkiB, who sold me your Vintage Poison. I can't get out of flashbacks ever since.
And thanks to the brave for reading!

08/20/2019

9
Bottle 9
Sillage 10
Longevity 10
Scent

SchatzSucher
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SchatzSucher

Top Review 81

Matters of the heart...

While the 80s and 90s were still full of confidence, courage and new beginnings for me, today seems to me like a creeping demolition enterprise, both in terms of basic human and moral values, as well as economic and political issues. Somehow, people are just fooling around and you can't get on with the job. Unfortunately, also in terms of scent, not really anymore
I have noticed that I am becoming more and more fatigued by the increasingly unbearable excess of politically correct, adapted and exchangeable water. There are indeed exceptions that reach my heart, but there are not so many.
Poison embodies the absolute opposite of everything. Even as an eau de toilette, the fragrance is so powerful and elemental that your knees are literally shaking.
In the 80s it was loud, brightly colored and olfactorically incredibly violent and also quite carefree.
They designed scents that still had ass in their pants and a real bust in German. And I mean real natural bust, nothing artificially inflated. They didn't think about "Hach, just no sprayer too much... hach, that could bother my environment. No, there are forbidden substances in there. The flies fall from the wall and the plaster mixed according to the latest EU guidelines."
Poison is after the so incredibly changed feeling in the today's time wonderfully politically incorrect, he does not shut up and is already half an hour before you there.
The radiation reaches from Flensburg to Lake Constance and a shelf life of at least 15 hours also speaks for itself.

As far as fragrances are concerned, it is practically impossible to unravel everything one by one. You used everything and more. Poison is a wall, dense, solid and extremely beautifully designed The tuberose screams the loudest, followed by jasmine, which leaves the other floral notes little chance to unfold. But why should they, doesn't matter...
It is strongly spiced, it smokes a little and is woody on top of that. So tightly woven that not even a pin fits in between In my opinion, Poison is an absolute masterpiece, which even 34 years after its appearance still has an absolute right to exist.

Surely the fragrance suddenly became famous and well-known, surely it was mercilessly abused by the wrong people, contaminated whole city centres until well into the 90s and was thus completely spoiled for many fragrance lovers. And many still say to themselves "You can hunt me with Poison", because every city, every café, every theatre and every bar smelled of Poison.
There is nothing here with Heititei and Kuschiwuschi, with Poison they don't beat about the bush but make a clear announcement. One sprayer too many and even a concert hall can be poisoned and the audience coughs nervously or takes flight hectically.

But in the last few years it has become quiet, the Poison family has grown a lot, but the growth is much quieter and more demure and some offspring are already history.
They are all more or less beautiful, although I don't know the brand new ones, the girls, yet. But I think they can't hold a candle to the great almighty mother Now I own for nostalgic reasons, because I love this fragrance insanely and I have always encountered it on the "right" wearers, even a good friend of mine it looked great on me, two versions of Poison EdT. An unrepeated version in an oval bottle and one from 2015 in an apple-shaped bottle. There are differences, not big ones, but they are noticeable. The durability, projection and density are a little slimmer in the newer version. But the fragrance is still good. Damn good. Even though he suffered a little.

Unfortunately, they try with all their might to press us consumers in many ways into a certain, let's call it general form, olfactory and social. For a long time now I have noticed it and I don't like it. Many others surely don't like it either, but everyone should decide for him/herself to what extent he/she wants to take part in it.
Personally, the increasingly paranoid regulations are getting on my nerves more and more and I think I will limit my attention even more to vintage fragrances in the future.
The uncastrated. More and more the fun of scents is taken away from us, but for scents like Poison and other carefree loud representatives of this genus a big portion of fun, humor and self-confidence is needed. But that's not what I lack.

Poison remains a fragrance that even today has much more to tell than many of these faceless and contourless fashion waters of today. And even in a concentration of EdT it has more penetrating power than some of today's EdP.

Yes, the commentary has become long. If you don't like it, you are welcome to overlook it and look at others, there are enough here. There are things and matters of the heart that need to be said. And such an exceptional fragrance with such a high recognition value deserves nothing else but the full score.

02/19/2024

8
Bottle 7
Sillage 7
Longevity 7
Scent

loewenherz
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Top Review 39

Benetton sweater around the shoulders, Chris de Burgh on the walkman

It is a rehearsed ritual as they stroll along the pedestrian zone, one after the other. In their slow and confident gait, their silhouette, their style, they resemble queens in snow-white jeans and tight lace bodysuits, every now and then one of them blows against her bangs from below as if by chance. None of them has a cell phone - it's the early 90s, there's no such thing. Instead, they wear thin Benetton sweaters around their shoulders, casually knotted and never really worn, because they are only there to 'casually knot around their shoulders'.

Constant and daily use has not worn away their friendship - every Friday and Saturday afternoon they walk past the same pedestrian zone shop windows, Chris de Burgh's Lady in Red on the Walkman, each with just one earbud in their ear. They pause at the hippest ice cream parlor - effortlessly avoiding the appreciative glances of the boys (and the less hip girls) - and then slowly stroll on, as if by chance and yet deliberately - as if they were walking over the necks of farmers, their Benetton sweaters bobbing along to the rhythm.

A shimmering cloud of fragrance floats behind them - to speak of a whiff would be imprecise and a great understatement - while the gazes of the boys in Chevignon jackets and Windsurfing Chiemsee T-shirts follow them. They can see it in the pedestrian zone shop windows, but none of them think to turn their heads. And in the cloud, orange honey, plum, tuberose also follow them, making this squadron of 80s basically completely unsuitable for young girls - especially on a Saturday afternoon, especially with Chris de Burgh.

Dior's Poison has always been one that the confident girls wore - it doesn't allow careless use - the ones with the lace bodysuits and Benetton sweaters. The ones who spent their weekends in the pedestrian zone and the ice cream parlor and were accompanied to dance school by the cool Chevignon jacket boys. Who secretly tried the first red Gauloises in the school toilet, coughing, whose smoke then mixed with orange honey, plum and tuberose - and lingered in the Benetton sweaters and lace bodies for a long time.

Conclusion: the girls of yesteryear are now women in their fifties, with thirty-five extra years in their hearts and faces. Basically, Poison was and is one for a woman who has life to show for herself, who has loved, regretted, lost. Perhaps the girls of my youth should try it again today. Even without a Benetton sweater. And without Chris de Burgh.

11/30/2023

10
Bottle 10
Longevity 10
Scent

ClarasTante
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ClarasTante

Top Review 34

And it laughs!

In 1985, I was - politically, so to speak - unable to get hold of Poison.
A few years later, when my territory was enlarged, you could hear little more than Alice Cooper from my room and I from my WALKMAN. Who recommended Poison to me so beautifully.
But without Moss, there wasn't much going on in the larger territory either. Nevertheless, one day I ventured into a brand new drugstore with a bit of a plan. I had to ASK: "Can I please try the Poison from Dior?" There were no testers standing around like at Schlecker. Well. I could, they sprayed me a piece of paper and I was allowed to sniff.
It wasn't Merci, it wasn't flowery stuff, it wasn't the stupid sweet perfume that Heike, the vet's daughter, always wore. It was exactly what I would have invented if I had studied perfumery (and wanted to bring fear and terror to mankind). I was delighted to be able to keep the tasting note, both moved and depressed by its beauty and price, and waited for the next month. And grandma's spendy pants.

And Poison has never moved out since. it almost happened once! Because my bottle was empty and I realized when I wanted to buy more that it looked different now. Even the packaging! And it also smells different, much more suitable for everyday use, suitable for the masses both in terms of quantity and in this way. It was no longer my Poison. It was like... Poison REMASTERED Radio Edit by Dieter Bohlen. But luckily there are still places on the new internet where the old Poison lurks passionately. By now, according to my calculations, I should be well stocked.
So, I've finished. Actually, I just wanted to make it clear that I know all about Poison VINTAGE.

I just don't know how to describe Poison VINTAGE to those who don't know it. And why actually, because - it doesn't exist anymore (really). And I don't like the new version that much.
I can NEVER really separate name and fragrance. And here, in my opinion, it also fits like a *violence-glorifying comparison*. When you think of POISON in a bottle, you always imagine something DARK, something DANGEROUS, something FINAL, something where you should think beforehand whether you take it or give it...
You should with Poison. But you don't die and you certainly don't get sick, at least if you use it as intended. And I think you can tell very quickly whether you like it or hate it. The new(er) version is also a recognizable poison, you can smell right from the start whether you like it or not. There's no: "Oh, the top note is bad, but then it's actually quite nice... the base has something..." Nope. Only YES or NO.

Hm. Is that as specific as it gets? No. With a GIFT, no one analyzes exactly which ingredient it was. (Was it the plum? The clove? Or the vanilla?)

In terms of oomph and "character", it is perhaps comparable to Memoir by Amouage. Same attitude, modern attitude. A fragrance that you can't fail to notice, even at low doses. I may be a bit of a bleeper, but I can almost see a poisonous green aura around me when I've poisoned myself. (I only use 2 sprays ofCHEN, 1x on my neck and 1x UNDER my sweater (PINK today, by the way, aura still dark poisonous green)).
It must have sillage, because I'm always very happy when I come back and it's still there.
Nevertheless - and this "nevertheless" also includes the noses of those who remember Poison from before, when it was generally dosed TOXIC, because there are people like that here - nobody is bothered by it (I don't even hear a "Boah" or a "Phew" here). Poison stays when you've left, but at the same time it caresses you through the area in an orderly manner, it doesn't shout at anyone. Poison cannot be described as fragrant. Because it's simply Poison. That's what you call unique. (New German: unique selling point. All words that people didn't even know would be invented in the past.)

I just had to think about it more carefully because "I love you" by Clowns and Heroes was playing on the radio (yes, I know, there's also a newer - fifties - version of it that I could SCREAM at; I mean the old one, the original!). And almost every word is right. (Except for the year) From me to Poison. (Alice Cooper is no longer on the radio.)
And Poison laughs WOHL! We've been laughing together for 30 years. Again and again and unashamedly.

So if you're looking for a powerful, magnificent perfume, you shouldn't ignore the old Poison. And if you just want to get goosebumps (I'm reminded of the hyena in Disney's Lion King when it hears "Mufasa" (with a hard S!)), you can familiarize your olfactory organ with the current Poison (substitute). It won't do any harm.... I think so.

09/06/2020

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Bottle 9
Sillage 9
Longevity 9
Scent

Blaustern
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A poison... mysterious and magical

From the mid-1980s onwards, no path, no nose led past Poison. The powerful 'Wummser', which were common at that time, were underlined with a corresponding unleashed dosage. Almost everyone smelled of Poison, everywhere and on every occasion. The smell could have vanished - unimaginable! Before you saw a person, you could smell them for miles!
I can still remember the first fragrance experience with Poison. It's funny what you remember. The first sprayer of Poison knocked me out. People sprayed generously in perfumeries and stalls. I read a blog today about fragrances and colours, and Poison is not only purple-green for me because of the bottle. Beware, sweet poison! Heavy, mysterious, sultry, dominant.

The dose makes the poison, but in the "poison time" of that time this knowledge was not very common. That spoiled the smell for me quite a bit. For a long time I avoided Poison, which is not so easy when the whole city smells of it...
I have taken note of all the Poison sisters, but I have not appreciated a deeper look. Until I smelled Midnight Poison for the first time a few years ago and was immediately fascinated... ...and still resent the fact that I don't have a bottle. Soon after that, I got Hypnotic Poison and Pure Poison under my nose. Hey, these are really good!

But then a thought never left my mind. I hadn't smelled Poison for a long time... it has certainly been reformulated - how does Poison smell now? This question was like a little virus in my head and could not be driven away. In the beginning only timidly, but in the course of time the question became louder and louder and more urgent.

To cut a long story short, Poison moved in with me. Today's Poison of course has nothing in common with the thunder and the power of the version of that time. But it's still scented fireworks. Poison has remained a cinnamon-spicy Oriental, it smells to me like plums, rum and red wine, flowery like tuberose and honey-sweet at the same time.

Also today Poison should be worn better well dosed and finely tuned, but then he is quite wonderful

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