With a name like Pure Poison and a nuclear sister like Dior Poison ( see my earlier review), you would expect Pure Poison to smell sort of “Back away and put down the baseball bat”. However, it is about as scary as a librarian .
Whilst this is not my personal cup of tea, I do like it and was sufficiently intrigued to wear it two days in a row just to be sure of what I wanted to say about it.
It opens with a hint of citrus: almost to the pint of being astringent. For a few seconds it’s vodka, then it turns into Cacharel Noa (mm, I love that one). After that an aura of sophisticated Jasmine, Neroli and Gardenia kick in, making this a delightful heady floral, though a rich one rather than a refreshing summery one. It makes me think that older women should wear it, rather than young women, even though this goes against the grain of my belief that anyone should wear anything if it lights their fire.
There is, however, a definite whiff of the 80s about this, and I was reminded of the notoriously unapologetic Giorgio Beverly Hills.
This is not for me, but it is not half bad. If you had sat next to me wearing this rich white floral, I would never have guessed it was Pure Poison. As always in the world of fragrance, smelling is believing.