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Dusty vanilla, powdery sassafrass, and sandalwood, honeyed amaretto liqueur, and musky jasmine. Memories upon memories upon memories. I wore this fragrance exclusively in my mid-20s, it is a scent redolent of bad decisions and vicious, venomously abusive relationships but also of embracing incredible connections and embarking on marvelous discoveries. For me, Hypnotic Poison is a scent very much of a specific space and time in my life, and though can't place blame on the scent am happy to leave it in the past.
When I imagine a woman who can have a look that would snatch a rich CEO and knows EXACTLY what she’s worth in the sexiest way, I think about those women from the opening scenes of The Devil Wears Prada…
You know, the ladies who put on all those outfits that would be described with words like, “chic” and “precision”?
Anyway, pretend we know that they’re in their late 20’s or early 30’s. That we know they’re very intelligent…but mysterious.
I think of Dior Poison.
I think of all black chic suits with Agent Provacateur lacy lingerie under that blazer, and stilettos clacking on that marble floor.
I think of a spontaneous candle lit dinner date and cloth napkins.
Because BR540 is for sugar babies, Santal 33 is for hipsters, Angel and Alien by Thierry Muglier and Aquolina’s Pink Sugar reminds me of being 21. We don’t do any of those. Bye Opium, we don’t have time for your cheap coffee grounds. We’re fiercely knowledgeable and the rest of you have no idea what we’re after.
Also if you don’t overspray and just do 1 hit behind the neck, Poison envelops you almost like a veil. It’s there, people know it is, but it isn’t going to ooze all over you like molasses.
