Miss

Miss Habanita

Molinard 1994 Eau de Toilette

Here, no frightened husband barricades the bedroom door and windows to prevent a completely unhinged wife from pouncing on him. SHE, the man-killing hybrid, is not out and about. Here, SHE does not lick blood from her lips, and he can sleep with the window open. Please read the comments on Habanita ;-)
Why this well-behaved and admittedly beautiful scent is called Miss Habanita is a mystery to me. If Habanita is the bloodthirsty vampire, then Miss Habanita is a 13-year-old wearing suspenders, plagued by puberty. In any case, I would have given the fragrance a different name, as it causes confusion. This is not Habanita light or for young misses. That said, I still like it, and it bears some resemblance to the mysterious floral scent Molinard from the same perfume house.
But the Miss is a pretty Miss, who does not tear men apart or run across rooftops at night. She wears a fluttery shirt, slippers with pom-poms, and shyly flutters her eyelashes. Underneath her fluttery shirt, fine grapes and clean scents waft out, a very clean Miss.
When she then tiptoes into the bedroom in her fluttery shirt, she wiggles her frilly-bottomed rear a little and exudes delicate flowers, feminine, a bit of white jasmine, sweet peach, and to make the rear wiggling even more flirtatious, a hint of naughty ylang-ylang.
The pretty one has never ripped her husband's shirt off his back. Great fiery initiative is foreign to her. She is pretty and attractive, so she lets herself be nailed.
Everything is very cultured, even the aftermath. Even the sheets are still smooth, and the bedpost smells of sandalwood and very clean green vetiver.
It has never really burned here.
Fine scent, and thank you Michelangela for the decant. I must also give the female side another go. But I no longer have a fluttery shirt.