A shocking beauty
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I feel as though I've received a shipment of relics from Rome! Today I scored the 1930s Mae West bottle and seperately,a vial of original formula juice which was reverently placed in a burgundy velvet bag. The little glass mannequin and bell jar have slight imperfections, but are otherwise aged to a sort of funereal beauty. The bottle is tinted with residual parfum which emitted down and dirty civet, honey, and tarragon as soon as it was free of its shipping sarcophagus.
The magical 5 ml vial in its velvet satchel is the cologne concentree, but age has rendered it bold. It announces itself with a blast of honey and tarragon, boosted by aggressive civet. My cat took notice and sniffed at my wrist in wonderment. I could not detect rose, clove or bergamot, so I added a spot or two of Red 2, another recent addition to my collection. I reasoned that it would restore the missing Pink notes of floral and fruit since mostly Shock is left in the vial;and that, after all is not a bad thing.It is a vibrant, sensual elixir of of honey, animal, and incense.