Poison Dior 1985 Eau de Toilette

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.