Ranked and Reviewed: Every Dior Perfume Worth Spending Your Money On (According to a Scent-Obsessed Beauty Editor)

Kurkdjian wanted the newest iteration of Miss Dior, Essence, to evoke confidence, hoping the scent would just melt into skin and smell youthful. While every other Miss Dior scent has a strong floral DNA, this is different. It's fruitier and brighter. The jasmine note is sparkly and fresh, not powdery. It feels timeless but also modern and exciting. I've been spritzing this one at my desk nonstop since it launched.

I have to fight myself to not make the Twilight book cover pose with this every time I pick it up. But even that couldn't force me away from using it. Released in the late 1990s, Hypnotic Poison has that "office siren" vibe to it. Ripened apricot and plum smell like they've been squeezed directly into the bottle, but as it dries, florals like jasmine and lily of the valley start to bloom. It settles into vanilla, musk, almond, and sandalwood—a warm, sexy combo that lasts for six to eight hours on my skin.

A fresh, honeyed floral is exactly what I come to think of as a "Dior" scent. Miss Dior has been around for ages now, but this version feels so true to the house. It's soft, green, and fresh—there's peony, iris, lily of the valley, and rose that make up the floral profile. I'm not usually obsessed with floral perfumes, but I love how this one makes me feel put-together and chic. Like I'm wearing a blazer and going to a business luncheon. I think it works for me, though, because there's vanilla, musk, benzoin, and sandalwood in the dry down that completes the scent. There's more depth than meets the eye, which feels like a really beautiful nod to the Miss Dior person themself, you know?

When I first started at Cosmo, both of my editors practically hated every single fragrance I put in front of their faces. But the only scent they both told me they loved was Eden-Roc. And I get it: It's one of the lightest, most gentle-on-the-nose perfumes I've ever smelled. IMO, it smells like clean laundry. But not in a cotton or linen-y, synthetic way. Instead, it's a little salty and mineral-y, reminding me of a breezy beach shirt that just hangs over your bikini.

Amongst the Dior fragranced geared toward men (obviously, we know that fragrances don't have gender; wear whatever the heck you want), everyone seems to go buckwild for Sauvage and leave out Fahrenheit. And I simply won't stand for it anymore, dammit. Fahrenheit is its chicer, deeper, older sibling. It was originally released in the '80s, and it smells like it (complimentary!!). It's an old leather jacket hanging up in the back of your closet that you pull out every fall—there's musk and soft lavender, but also warm amber and sandalwood, and smokey cedar and patchouli. This has been my dad's signature scent since I was born, and now I wear it too!