From age to age floats the mystery
of a woman's perfume.
Scent of oblivion in the mists of time .
Harem's troubled languor
intimate musc of forbidden flavor.
Scarlet rose embalmed in dagger's blood.
All is pleasure and death ,one drop touch...
Brutal mood of poison that numbs the senses.
Black dahlia, torn essence of a wild offering .
Burning water of fusion, insiduous union...
Woman's fragrance for a female's odor .
Carnal angel drapped in Chanel 5 ,
mortyfing incense that leaves a trace of eternity...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 25th, 2024 09:55
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Comments3
A sensual look at the mysterious and contradictory facets of feminine fragrance, at seduction and memory...
A feminine perception that I like !
If not mistaken the shape takes the form of a perfume bottle. Nicely worded it brings a smell of mystery and intrigue.
I was the first to be surprised by the design !
Chanel 5, the first perfume I ever wore. Those feminine fragrances can certainly linger in the minds of some. Delivered with sensuality. Lovely.
Such a mythical fragrance !
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