Poison was a femme fatale.
Poison Girl is a toxic nymphet who uses her vanilla pod as a gun and spits her tonka beans in your face. Ouch!

When Ford's Italian Cypress meets juicy blackcurrants somewhere in the Orient.
Beyond black? I don't know.
But beyond good, that's for sure.

Males who want to smell like that are likely in need of psychoanalytic therapy.

My puny lavender
My well hidden jasmine
My synthetic vanillin
My nauseating ethyl maltol
My parody of luxury
In two words... Mon Guerlain.

Karagueuzoglou, Flipo and Ropion need to pay their bills too.
This may explain why such great perfumers have created such a vile thing.