Top Notes 
White peach
Heart Notes 
Rose
Base Notes 
Patchouli
Vanilla
11/23/2015
Anosmia
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Girl Fatale
She comes from a clan of women. Her father is God knows where, probably sent off to the desert by her mother. She grew up with her mother, her aunts, and her mother’s friends. The ladies all have exotic names and are pure Grandezza. The few gentlemen in the family practice discreet restraint. They are gentlemen.
Now the girl is 20, has her high school diploma in hand, and is moving out of the huge house in the small town and into a chaotic shared apartment in Berlin. Before that, she breaks up with her boyfriend, who will study to become a teacher in Tübingen.
Girl Fatale is undeniably a beauty, a Snow White beauty, with flawless peach skin, dark hair, huge eyes, and rosy cheeks. She is curious, quite interesting, she has a few edges and corners, but above all, she has mood swings between cheerful-exuberant and dark-melancholic.
A few weeks ago, she took a psychological test developed by "Cosmopolitan" in collaboration with Christine Nagel: "What type of women's fragrance am I?" Because she often takes such tests (secretly, because it doesn’t quite fit the image she wants to convey to others), she knows exactly how to answer so that the outcome is what she wants. She doesn’t want to be an androgynous woman, a sweet tooth, or a romantic, no, she is, of course, a femme fatale. Monica Bellucci in "Brotherhood of the Wolf" and Zenia from Margaret Atwood's "The Robber Bride," those are her role models.
And she likes the scent - it can be dark and heavy, it dares to be a little bold, it’s not just flowers with vanilla, no, there’s also a bit of spice in it and even patchouli! However, not the incense stick patchouli that the ladies of the family use, but delicious patchouli wrapped in lots of vanilla. And every hour the perfume smells a little different.
Girl Fatale is letting loose in the big city. She has affairs with artists, musicians, even with mean-looking bouncers. When she drinks, she drinks hard, and it often ends with her vomiting in the flowerbeds.
She practices her looks - bored, determined, seductive, but often it still goes wrong and ends up with a duck face. The eyeliner doesn’t always sit right, the outfit sometimes looks a bit strange, and when she wants to impress her friends, it can happen that she confuses Dostoevsky with Bukowski.
But she’s still practicing. No one is born a femme fatale; it takes a lot of adventure (and a few embarrassing appearances) to earn that title.
Now the girl is 20, has her high school diploma in hand, and is moving out of the huge house in the small town and into a chaotic shared apartment in Berlin. Before that, she breaks up with her boyfriend, who will study to become a teacher in Tübingen.
Girl Fatale is undeniably a beauty, a Snow White beauty, with flawless peach skin, dark hair, huge eyes, and rosy cheeks. She is curious, quite interesting, she has a few edges and corners, but above all, she has mood swings between cheerful-exuberant and dark-melancholic.
A few weeks ago, she took a psychological test developed by "Cosmopolitan" in collaboration with Christine Nagel: "What type of women's fragrance am I?" Because she often takes such tests (secretly, because it doesn’t quite fit the image she wants to convey to others), she knows exactly how to answer so that the outcome is what she wants. She doesn’t want to be an androgynous woman, a sweet tooth, or a romantic, no, she is, of course, a femme fatale. Monica Bellucci in "Brotherhood of the Wolf" and Zenia from Margaret Atwood's "The Robber Bride," those are her role models.
And she likes the scent - it can be dark and heavy, it dares to be a little bold, it’s not just flowers with vanilla, no, there’s also a bit of spice in it and even patchouli! However, not the incense stick patchouli that the ladies of the family use, but delicious patchouli wrapped in lots of vanilla. And every hour the perfume smells a little different.
Girl Fatale is letting loose in the big city. She has affairs with artists, musicians, even with mean-looking bouncers. When she drinks, she drinks hard, and it often ends with her vomiting in the flowerbeds.
She practices her looks - bored, determined, seductive, but often it still goes wrong and ends up with a duck face. The eyeliner doesn’t always sit right, the outfit sometimes looks a bit strange, and when she wants to impress her friends, it can happen that she confuses Dostoevsky with Bukowski.
But she’s still practicing. No one is born a femme fatale; it takes a lot of adventure (and a few embarrassing appearances) to earn that title.
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