Poison Girl Dior 2016 Eau de Parfum

It must be disheartening for a skilled perfumer to churn out versions of what everyone else is doing.

What's required of the Nose is to make something that's virtually identical to the one sitting next to it on the promo stand, while at the same time retaining its own unique selling proposition.

In a market of near clones, all of which closely resemble a commercially successful formula, these USPs can be no more than mere details which, when combined, make juice X a slight variation of juice Y.

Mainstream perfume thus becomes like the suits of the men who design it - uniform, meant to blend in with the crowd; distinguished only by details - a neck tie here, a pair of brown shoes there.

I like "crème brûlée" but only to eat.... not to smell like I have just prepared it...Still adore the original poison the most...

If you love the bitterness of the classic Poison, this one couldn't be your cup of tea.
I usually wear "ladylike" perfumes or vintage "old school"fragrances, but when I tried (just for fun) this scent at the drugstore I felt in love with It: It is sweet and cocooning , but also strong and with a very strong sillage. I kept on my table the mouillette where I sprayed the perfume and after a day I smell again the scent!
The fava tonka and the vanilla together create a mix which remembers me the caramel and the result is good, sweet but not intoxicating. at least on me. It could be the typical fall-winter fragrance to wear with a warm , soft scarf . Added to my wishlist, although the price is high.

Poison Girl is the younger, playful sister of the Dior Poisons. It embodies modern preferences for sweeter feminine scents with a lighter silage for daily wearability.

It stays much the same from start to finish — orange flavored caramel and light, powedery roses. It's not exactly an edible gourmand, though their is a creme brulee quality to it, more so a sweet scent that's twirling all around you.

In contrast to its original marketing, I imagine a woman wearing a pink slip dress and white pumps with her gold Michael Kors clutch. But I do think it can create an interesting combination with an edgier look, amplyfying it in a coy way.

Overall, this is a safe designer scent, done a million times before and after, but it has its charm, especially if you'd like something sweet and easy to wear.

In the 80s - the birth hour of the first and true Poison, epitome of the sultry scent of a man-killing Femme fatale, who lures lovers to her lair and then crushes them like an insect between her thighs - it was often read in youth advice forums (back then still exclusively in print media) about 'petting', an early and somehow innocent form of safer sex. The general tone: one could first just fumble a bit with their dream boy (or girl) before it 'really gets serious', we were advised back then - because later there would be no tears, and no one would have to rush off to Holland, so the promise went. Petting had something equally cute and harmless as it was somewhat awkward - because fundamentally, one wanted to finally create facts. To avoid misunderstandings (even if this is probably 'too much information'): there is nothing wrong with fumbling around - on the contrary - but at some point, the moment does come when one slightly impatiently whispers: 'And the panties stay on, or what?'

One is tempted to shout something similar to the new little sister of the legendary original Poisons - small and round and pink and in the same (just differently colored) well-known notorious bottle, in which the house of Dior has so far filled all its poison waters. Nothing of the lascivious audacity (which one may like or not) of the big purple brother can be found in Poison Girl, which, like the round plastic bumps of a Barbie, only hints at where something should be. The opening is fresh and (half-)synthetic-floral, then gently descends to leave a vanilla-warm finish on the skin - too soft and too pleasing to seriously displease anyone. This warm-sweet note runs through its scent progression like a pink thread - and there is such a thread! - and remains as a vague but noticeable quote of the 'real Poison' consistently present - which one could criticize as lacking creativity, but is certainly not unsuccessful. Not a great fragrance - no one seriously expected that, right? - yet to make a youthful delicate scent out of the essence of Poison, this olfactory war galleon, which is harmless in the best sense and beyond impertinent cheapness, deserves at least recognition.

Conclusion: a fragrance for the girl with glossy strawberry lip gloss, who plays bored under the desk with her smartphone (with pink glittery accessories) during class and nervously chews one strand of hair after another while checking out boys on Tinder. In reference to the names of the cute drugstore waters for teenagers - a perfume 'like petting in the party cellar'. Girl instead of woman. Fumbling instead of intercourse. Not at all bad.