The body reigns supreme.
A veritable olfactory coitus, Sécrétions Magnifiques takes us to the pinnacle of...
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The body reigns supreme.
A veritable olfactory coitus, Sécrétions Magnifiques takes us to the pinnacle of pleasure, that unprecedented moment when desire triumphs over reason. The masculine tension, all high notes, releases its adrenalin in a cascade of aldehydes. The fresh effect is striking. Then the parfum reveals its metallic, precise side, sharp as unfulfilled desire. We're on the razor's edge... Sweaty skin tastes of musk and sandalwood. The slightly salty, marine effect excites the taste buds and makes the mouth water. Tongues and sexes find each other, pleasure explodes, and all hell breaks loose. Fluid mechanics, gender confusion. This parfum subversive, disturbing, provokes total acceptance or rejection. Lovers' jousts are rarely satisfied with half-measures... Between Don Juan and the woman on offer, it's the laying down of arms, but who bows to whom? It's claimed, I wouldn't be sure, but a few scholars persuade us that chestnut blossom positively smells like the prolific seed that nature was pleased to place in man's loins for the reproduction of his kind. A young lady of about fifteen, who had never been out of her father's house, was walking one day with her mother and a coquettish abbot through an avenue of chestnut trees, whose flowery exhalation perfumed the air in the suspicious sense we have just taken the liberty of stating.
- Oh my God, Mom, what a strange smell,\" said the young woman to her mother, not realizing where she was coming from... but smell it, Mom... it's a smell I know. - Be quiet, mademoiselle, don't say such things, I beg you... Why, then, mom, I don't see any harm in telling you that this smell is no stranger to me, and it most certainly is. - But, mademoiselle... - But, maman, I know it, I tell you; monsieur l'abbé, dites-moi donc, je vous prie, quel mal je fais d'assurer maman que je connais cette odeur-là. - Mademoiselle,\" said the Abbé, pinching his crop and fluting the sound of his voice, \"it's quite certain that the harm itself is little; but we're here under chestnut trees, and we naturalists accept in botany that chestnut blossom... - Well, chestnut blossom? - Well, mademoiselle, it smells like f...
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