Archive: Tattooed Lady

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Mysterious and unusual like the Illustrated Lady herself: with rare flowers, sensuous musk and a hint of sexuality. This feminine powdery floral is a bit old-fashioned and voluptuously exotic. Blossoms of wisteria and ylang-ylang plus a whisper of hedione blended with civit and Nubian musks. Such a titillating blend requires an equally provocative pheromone pairing, so we’ve enhanced this fragrance with our exclusive BLATANT INVITATION mix, sexually assertive, but cuddly too - it whispers "yes" and gives off a vibe of uninhibited sexuality but eminently approachable at the same time; and also featuring the Wow! factor of Hedione, a jasmine derivative purported to produce an attractant pheromone-like response in others when added to scent.

 

WISTERIA ~ Welcoming of new person into your life. Youth, eloquence.
YLANG YLANG ~ Strongly sensual, attraction, attention, irresistibly, soothes marital problems. Aphrodisiac, mood balancing, relaxation. 
CIVET ~ Musk derived from civet cats, now illegal except in synthetic form. Considered a strong aphrodisiac, has an intense, animal, 'sexual' aroma.
NUBIAN MUSK ~ Self confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal.
HEDIONE (JASMINE DERIVATIVE) ~ Self confidence, anxiety reduction, prosperity; powerful love attractant, spiritual love.

 

Created by: Mara Fox

Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art: Jennifer King

Carnival Collection, September 2016

 

Review Thread

 

Passing through these gates you will find much
to amaze and amuse.
As the sun goes down our lights come up
the music plays -
the song of thrills and chills and titillating mysteries to reveal.

We have games! And fun! And food! And unusual sights to behold!
Take a chance, dare to dream
discover your heart’s desire
or a momentary distraction from the mundane humdrum.
Whatever the reason - do come, please come
all you good people far and wide
enter and experience our unique revelry.
Let us take you away from your cares and woes
and add a little magic to your life.

For we promise such wonderment and delight
so then upon this Autumn night
of full moon and fallen leaves and shadows stretching tall...
Come one, come all!
Come to our Carnival!

 

A tradition much beloved by us here at LPMP is the Fall Carnival: a final farewell to the carefree joys of Summer - as the light begins to wane earlier each day and the weather turns brisk - it’s one last time for frolic and fun. Our 2016 Carnival Collection pays tribute to the sights, sounds, and smells of an old-fashioned traveling carnival...its’ colorful characters and delicious treats, all the unique delights one can only experience amidst the excitement on a September eve, with a chill in the air and the haunting music of a distant calliope...

 

 

“She is a living painting, the Tattooed Lady!  Step right up and feast your eyes on the artwork which covers her flesh from all over the world!  All colors, all manner of marvels and wonders! Mythical creatures and beautiful faces! Lovely flowers and fierce animals!  Strange symbols and exotic birds! Step right up, pay only a pittance to view this lovely lady and her amazing designs!”

 

I looked from the barker to the poster outside the tent: portraying a beautiful woman with long red hair, her creamy skin obscured by colored ink, with so many designs that I didn’t know what to look at first: a dragon, a mermaid, a hummingbird hovering over a trumpet flower, a tiger, a bouquet of roses, a snake, a skull...it went on and on, the tapestry of her flesh.  Some might have said she was half-naked, but given her pose for the poster it didn’t look as if she wore anything but her tattooes.  She was nude, perhaps, but not naked.  Her expression was direct, light brown eyes looking directly into the hungry gaze of her viewers, daring them to look away, to try to do anything but admire her, covet her, and the world which spread upon her, marvelous and mysterious and voluptuous.  She seemed to say: “I have lived many lives, seen many things, roamed the globe, and it is all here for you to see.” I blushed then, to think of what we couldn’t see, knowing even those intimate spaces would be equally adorned.

 

“Behold her fleshy tracery!  Tattooes from Samoa, from Japan, from darkest Africa!  All upon her lovely body...see it all folks, set right up!”

 

“Yes,” she seemed to say from the poster as I gave my money to the barker, “look at me as long as you like...and my living canvas will haunt your dreams.”