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Victresse Dita von Teese 2023

7.5 / 10 151 Ratings

A perfume by Dita von Teese for women, released in 2023. The scent is woody-spicy. It is being marketed by 2 Pilots.
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Main accords

Woody

Spicy

Resinous

Smoky

Earthy

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Frankincense resin

Black pepper

Rosewood

Heart Notes

Gaiac wood Styrax

Styrax

Rose

Base Notes

Sandalwood

Cashmere wood

Ambroxan

Perfumer

Alexandre Illan

Ratings

Scent

7.5151 Ratings

Longevity

6.9119 Ratings

Sillage

6.3120 Ratings

Bottle

8.3126 Ratings

Value for money

8.589 Ratings

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Reviews

2 in-depth fragrance descriptions

06/30/2024

8.5Scent 8Longevity 7Sillage

Minigolf
2588 Reviews

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Minigolf

Top Review 22

Incense Resin - Spice Magical!

Not easy to describe, this "Dita von Teese"! Here, spicy woods and balsamic smoke definitely take the lead. Relatively unsweet in the overall structure. And yet interspersed with fine floral aromas. There is a shift from light to dark, almost magical and kaleidoscopic. And a kind of twilight, like at the beginning of dusk. Its "colors" range from red-violet to cool blue to warm dark red. The almost ethereal spiciness of pepper is also present. A peculiarity is that the scent seems "familiar," yet it can hardly be assigned to any "model." It reminds one of a fantasy landscape à la "The NeverEnding Story," captivating, mysterious, "ambiguous" - like a guiding principle in Michael Ende's wonderful book - "Do what you will," which only seems to make sense after several pages. Shadow worlds? Not really! The "good gifts" prevail and promise a fascinating adventure! :-))

03/20/2024

8.5Scent 7Longevity 6Sillage

Puderperle
58 Reviews

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Puderperle

Top Review 39

Rollneck Eroticism

“Dita, is everything alright? You need to be on stage soon.”

Dita bit her lower lip in distress. No, nothing was alright.
“Send me Victor! Urgently!” she requested of her assistant through the closed door.

“Victor? The janitor? Are you sure that’s who you mean?” Feline, the assistant, asked in surprise.

“Yes, absolutely! And tell him to bring his toolbox!”

Victor, a stocky two-meter giant from Siberia, had to assure her of his discretion before she let him in. He discreetly studied her from the corner of his eye. He also noticed that she had wrapped her arms tightly around her petite torso. Below, she wore her usual tiny panties.
Her corset had torn and couldn’t be quickly sewn up by her assistant. Since she suspected him to be a solution-oriented handyman, she asked for his help. For Victor, it was no problem but rather an extremely honorable task. He clattered open the toolbox and rummaged for eyelets, dowels, screws, and pliers. But nothing seemed to work properly. Dita grew increasingly anxious. She tiptoed from one toe to the other. She hadn’t mentioned the reason why the corset had torn. It was better not to enlighten men about the secrets of ample décolletés. Because this time, she had clearly overdone it with the stuffing.

“Tadaaa, I got it.” Triumphantly, he held up gray duct tape. Before she understood what was happening, he wrapped the little artist like a doll in the tape around her own axis.
Well, it held but didn’t meet the visual requirements of a burlesque show. Her lip began to quiver, and before she burst into tears, he took off his fir-green turtleneck sweater and pulled it over her. It smelled wonderfully of wood.
“My favorite sweater, I wear it when chopping wood in the forest,” Viktor winked.
Since she was almost drowning in it, he pulled the string tight at the back and stapled everything neatly in place. He surveyed his work with satisfaction. From the front, it was a stunning knee-length dress that flattered every curve. The rose in her dark hair gave the final touch.

But she couldn’t perform an erotic act on stage like this. Let alone dance as a tightly wrapped package. Dita could already feel rotten eggs and tomatoes raining down on her from the audience.

That was no problem for Victor either. From his work overalls, he pulled out a tattered book and pressed it into her hand. She was to simply read something aloud. To make it seem more intellectual, he took his horn-rimmed glasses off his bald head and placed them on her pretty little nose.
He quickly tied a black tassel from the theater cloak around her slim waist. The effect of accessories should not be underestimated after all. Off you go, the show begins.

He almost forgot and would have given her a hearty slap on the backside with his giant hand, but he managed to stop himself just in time. After all, it wasn’t Galina, his wife. Phew, close call!

Dita tiptoed sideways to the wooden chair on stage, so no one could see the stapled sausage on her back. She struck an extremely elegant pose.

Behind her stood the oversized martini glass. Only instead of Dita, a pile of nuts and metal shavings floated in it, glistening beautifully. Victor really had an eye for detail.

“I still have a Bunsen burner for special effects…” he whispered to her.
“No, no! That’s fine as it is,” she interrupted him in a hushed tone. No fire, no axe, and no chainsaw.

Dita breathed a greeting into the microphone. Now her improvisation talent was called for. What kind of reading had the janitor handed her… An instruction manual for elevator hydraulics??? It couldn’t get any worse.

She quickly decided to involve the audience.
Victor-the man of the hour-picked out a guest and escorted him at a safe distance to Dita’s microphone. He relished his role as bodyguard, fashion designer, and hydraulic officer.
The guest was allowed to name a number between 1 and 359; she would look up the page number and read a random sentence from it.

Page three was the table of contents and sounded extremely stimulating and melodious coming from Dita’s mouth.
Now: page 24. “Would you… like to go down… or rather go up…?” she asked with exciting pauses, blinking flirtatiously over the black glasses frame.

“Upward, definitely upward!”
“Yes, yes! Upward is better!”
three men called out in unison, supported by murmurs of agreement from the crowd. When the page with the warnings was called, the gentlemen in the audience began loosening their ties and unbuttoning their top shirt buttons. Even women hung on her lips. It was deathly silent; you could have heard a pin drop.

Anyone who got their number out at Dita’s microphone sensed in the warm, soft stage light the woody scent of the stapled janitor’s sweater, which mingled with the creamy skin care and the decorative rose of the artist. Frankincense resin, which had a balsamic effect and minimal peppery traces, blended with soft sandalwood. Nothing was disturbing or scratchy; everything fit together pleasantly. Sweetness could only be sensed here, approaching like a sneeze, but then lingering teasingly in the nose. A subtle feel-good scent with the association of being at home. No wonder Victor had to push the guests off the stage who didn’t want to stop sniffing. Never had a performance been more erotic and interesting, regardless of the content of her reading. The motivated janitor briefly considered a hydraulic note test but then dismissed it. Because absolutely everyone had listened intently. So it was a complete success. No naked skin was needed for that. Eroticism with (technical) ambition and intelligence for both genders.
This was the birth of the perfume. Since a scent named after her source of inspiration “Victor” wouldn’t sell well enough, she simply named it “Victresse.”

(This is a fictional story)

Updated on 03/20/2024