Musk Lorenzo Villoresi 1995 Eau de Toilette

far from innocence
No white sheet, not even the appearance is clean here.
Sensuality no, physicality, act = yes!
Looking through the crack of a propped door of the establishment, I see
her. Lean, laced into a corset,
her long legs wide open, sitting broad on the table, leaning against the filthy wall.
She pushes her white pelvis towards his loins, throws me a sober
glance. Unimpressed and demanding, she pulls him towards her pleasure.
The scent of wilting deep red roses on the windowsill
mingles with that of the canal of the overheated city, warm urine wafts
sneakily into my nose. Her powdered angular shoulders drawn,
thighs pressed tightly against his hips, I’ll take care of it for us now.
World-weary, having consumed everything that was offered, she earnestly
fulfills her role, not taking her eyes off me. I can wait -
No white musk sweet and nice, this is musk a la Nerval.
You might as well have a bull involved, heaven this is harsh!
Compared to this, civet is like kindergarten. Warm pee as far as I can smell,
paired with dark wilting roses makes for a very dirty liaison….
The severity of geranium adds no bit of youthful charm to the scent.
The lustful grasp of a too experienced lady, I’m getting scared of the fragrance!
The heart note lasts forever, in the base warm vanilla pudding and done.
The sweet dessert is probably the comfort….but this kitchen is cold…