Fucking #3

[doomsday_disco]

Third in a series of prototypes for scents that were supposed to smell like… er… fucking, crafted for a musician’s promo.

[bheansidhe]

Given the huge number of BPALs deliberately crafted to evoke the before, during, or after stages of coitus (plus the ones that accidentally conjure it *cough*DiscardedWeapons*cough*), I don't know why the name made me so nervous. But I was ... trepidatious ... to just open the bottle and get a raw facefull, as it were. 

 

Just exactly what kind of fucking were we talking about, here? How LONG had the fucking gone on? Were leather restraints involved? Had there been a pizza break at midnight, yes or no, and if yes, was Beth going to sneak in a complicated reference to Day-Old Ham...?

 

Reader: I need not have worried. The answer to my questions, in order, were:

 

1. FEMME and FANCY FUCKING, INDEED

2. IT WAS A COITUS OROBUROS

3. NO

4. NO, THANK GOD, NO, THIS IS PORK-FREE PORKING

5. IBID

 

The first impression is white musk and/or light skin musk, heavily juiced with soft tropical fruits and florals. I think I smell papaya, hibiscus, one of the softer tropical bark notes like coconut husk, and maybe orris or iris root. Nothing is individuated or obtrusive - I don't smell any one distinct note, just a soft sweet mélange. There's a U-turn into lotus root territory, anchored by a very tiny hint of bitter greenery in the back - tea leaf? Violet leaf? - and then it turns pale and powdery, like clean cotton sheets.

 

So, depending on the stage of wear, this evokes either moist, heavy breathing and really juicy foreplay, or lying about in your juice-besmirched bedding and recovering your energy for a new wave of femme fucking. Very much in the vein of a lesbian Shunga, or one of the softer blends like Penetralia or Rose Milk Tea (while not smelling like either of those). 

 

Then - it just collapses into a heap. It's DONE FOR. It's gone, but it left its perfumed panties stuffed under your pillow.

 

Hope this helps!