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Femme Fatal - L'amour de la mante religieus
Actually, he was about to leave the restaurant when she came in, alone and unaccompanied! She walked through the restaurant and sat at a table opposite him. She was hard to estimate what her age was, because she was just as young but also very experienced and confident. She had her reddish-blond hair loosely pinned up and wore black, big sunglasses. Her style was perfect, as was the black pantsuit she was wearing. Her entire body language was very meditative, calm, yes, almost cold and emotionless. No jewelry,little makeup,if any,and no other clutter. This woman did not need that, as probably a husband, because she wore no ring that much to him immediately! But why? On the one hand she had a very almost sterile aura, but at the same time something very sensual and sexy. He was immediately fascinated by this woman. But why? To find out, he ordered a cup of coffee, just to study them a little and observe them discreetly. Almost at the same time she placed her order with another waiter. To be as inconspicuous as possible he took his mobile phone and looked through his e-mails, which of course he had read long ago, but at least he seemed disinterested. He thought so! She in turn supported her elbows on the tabletop, crossed her wrists and gently lowered her chin between them. She looked motionless in this pose through the almost insect-like sunglasses past him through the room. Motionless, dreamy, thoughtful,...lurking?! It came how it had to come, his coffee came first, of course. He put the phone aside,took the sugar,stirred it in,drank a sip. He put the cup down again and looked carefully in her direction. He started to swallow dry! In the few seconds she had changed her line of vision. She looked directly at him! Her remaining pose hadn't changed a millimeter. Only her head had tilted a few centimetres more in his direction. It was inches that scared me! He became nervous and felt like an intimidated little boy in this situation. And in that moment he knew, not he was watching her, but she was watching him. And he knew one thing from the moment she entered the restaurant. This woman will have fatal consequences for him, but he didn't seem to care. Nothing was more important than being close to her!
Manteuse begins his seductive love dance with a resinous and slightly spiced honey note. More delicately spicy than sweet. The fragrance Dodecanal is quickly added. This note resembles an orange peel in its fragrance and is among other things the note that makes Chanel No.5 so unmistakable. It can also be found in the pheromone cocktail of some insects. There are slight associations of slightly fruity leather. This impression remains for quite some time until the manteuse slowly starts to move and changes. You could say... the hunt begins! Vanilla runs through the perfume. But the vanilla is not soft, soft and
fluffy,but rather rough,bitter,slightly burnt and erotic interpreted. It is coupled with a delicate, powdery iris that combines filigree with vanilla in the fragrance and conveys a certain transparency and lightness. Manteuse remains in this state of immobility for a long time. Or let's say lurking! Then the fragrance starts to move again and comes to the finale. An animal musk or better Shangralide which would be sweet-leathery to describe in the fragrance would swell out and combine with Para-Cresylphenylacetat. This note is known for giving all the strong scented flowers such as hyacinths, daffodils and lilies their strong intensity in the fragrance. You could call it a flowery sensual sweat. Styrax with its creamy resinous scent supports this animal effect even more. Manteuse now smells like a fine and very sensual leather coated with tempting nectar.
With Manteuse, Stéphane Hubert Lucas interprets the scent of the Femme Fatal or a praying mantis. Both variants are deadly for the males. The praying mantis is known for her sexual cannibalism. The males are eaten before, during or after mating. In a Femme Fatal, men are not eaten physically, but are destroyed emotionally and emotionally. Neither of them can get out of such an encounter in one piece! With Manteuse, this game of seduction is perfectly staged and implemented. Manteuse is very durable and persistent on the skin, but not necessarily loud. Doesn't have to be, because it's more suggestive than obvious. The love of a
Praying mantis or a Femme Fatal comes also in small and almost unnoticed steps and not in big jumps, but she always ends in an erotic drama. That's how Manteuse is. It's subtle, quietly luring, lascivious and dominating,... beautiful!