This smells like costume jewelry, like dime store romance novels, like a slim-fitting pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. Formulated by the unbelievably raunchy Edouard Fléchier, Poison is a guttural, putrefied tuberose that hits you like a freight train running. It’s a mollified plum, thick as molasses. This smells like the death of Elizabeth Taylor. Do not wear it in the daytime.
