Madeleine Parfumerie Particulière

She had finally done it! She had been planning it for a long time. Always indecisive about doing it. He would never have let her go, that was clear. He would have found her wherever she had hidden. How had she once loved him? This handsome and fantastically good-looking man. Intelligent, cultured, and so seductive. The dream of every woman. But only on the outside! He changed quickly after the wedding. It started with his need for control. Followed by jealousy and mistrust. Ultimately, there came humiliations, emotional cruelty, and finally physical violence. That was enough. More than enough! She looked out the window and lit a cigarette. Then she glanced over her shoulder at the dining table. He was still sitting there. Where else would he be? After all, he was dead! The tea in front of him was still steaming, and the cake laced with cyanide hadn’t even been half eaten. Cyanide works very quickly, she had read. True!

With elegant steps, she approached his lifeless body. His head was thrown back, hanging with his mouth and eyes wide open over the backrest of the chair. She closed his eyes and looked at him. His full, sensual lips had turned bluish-purple. Even in death, they looked as seductive as ever. In a trance, she leaned down to him and wanted to give him one last kiss goodbye. He still had power over her. Even now,... frightening! But the smell emanating from his half-open mouth quickly brought her back to reality in a disturbingly pleasant way. She could almost see the imaginary, toxic vapors of cyanide escaping from his mouth. Orange, yellow, and slightly iridescent-shimmering. What a beautiful scent of prussic acid. A bit like marzipan, bitter almond, or the flowers of heliotrope on a warm summer night. Lightly underscored by soft chemical and synthetic wafts. Caressing, gently clean, and also a bit piercing. Attractive yet so repelling. Seductive, soft, creamy, and yet so deadly. She tenderly stroked his face once more with the words... You smell delicious, mon chéri! And dreamily left the room!

Conclusion
Who says poisons smell bad? One of the most distinctive and easily recognizable is probably cyanide. If one can even smell it! Not everyone can smell it. For many noses, it is imperceptible like a molecular scent, and for others, it is more than obvious. Madeleine from Parfumerie Particuliére comes very close to this poison in terms of scent and impression. Madeleine obviously smells of bitter almond. Delicate notes of crushed, almost creamy fresh almonds blend with the marzipan-sweet scent of heliotrope. A metallic-cool musk runs through Madeleine and gives the fragrance a seductive and chemically-synthetic note. This is by no means unpleasant. Madeleine smells very attractive but also, on the other hand, very irritating. It is emotionally difficult to categorize and plays with coolness and warmth. Madeleine is very treacherous in its sillage and longevity. At times, one thinks they can no longer smell or perceive the fragrance, but in the next second, they are caught again by a creeping cloud of gourmand, sweet-metallic scent notes. The fragrance follows delayed like a shadow. The longevity of Madeleine is enormous for an apparently light semi-gourmand. The perfume lasts easily eight hours on the skin. On clothing, even several days. What do I think of it? Dubious, alluring, and incredibly delightful!

Madeleine,... to die for beautiful!