luna65 Posted November 10, 2009 Share Posted November 10, 2009 Fallen Angel What do men really want? A good girl? A bad girl? The answer is: YES. A halo replaced by a top hat, white wings replaced by black, a smile replaced by...a smile, a knowing smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magickal Meanings of Ingredients: ITALIAN CRÈME CAKE~ Ritual or celebration, wedding cake, Wigilia or Vigil feast. STRAWBERRY ~ Attraction, draws fortunate circumstances in all areas of your life. VANILLA ~ Aphrodisiac, inspires happiness, playfulness, sexual arousal, lust, vitalizing. MILK/BUTTER/CREAM ~ Nurturing, soothing, eases troubled relationships, Goddess energy. SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness, riches, lust inducing. ORANGE SPICE LIQUOR ~ Eternal love, magnetizing, intoxicant, lowers inhibitions, lust. MUSK ~ Self-confidence and strength, sexual attractant, heightens passions and arousal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So many NOMable scents this month! This starts out with the strawberry-topped Italian creme cake, very rich and sweet but not overly so. It is very much itself, there's nothing which says to my nose close but not quite.... The other elements unfold slowly, like Salome's dance, but the best thing is...THERE IS CAKE. The cake is always there, even as the other notes have their wanton way with your olfactory abilities.This little scenario popped into my head, based on what I'm assuming is TNJ's copy for the scent. *** Oh the things I do for Fine Art, she thought, resting her museum-weary feet in a nearby cafe, treating herself to a slice of cake and a cappuccino. One requires sugar after ingesting a thousand years worth of culture. The cake itself was a work of art: a generous slice of white fluffy foamy batter baked to a slight golden tinge, lush with ripe sugared strawberries and thick buttercreme frosting with a hint of orange liqueur. The sights and sounds all around her (Italy is rather a noisy place sometimes) receded in the experience of that cake upon her tongue, seducing her tastebuds as everything she had ingested in the country had done. She closed her eyes as various fantasies came to mind involving cake...from the purely virginal to the wholly salacious.A wedding day: hearts and flowers and vows and laughter and...cake. Here's to dolce, to sweetness in life.A wedding night: skin and satin and whispers and laughter and...cake. Here's to dolce, to desire in love.She sucked the fork, smiling. But somewhere underneath all that sweetness was...something not so sweet. Something much more sinful than even an incredibly fattening piece of cake.She opened her eyes and an angel was staring at her from across the square. He perched on the edge of the fountain which resided at the center of the square - one of his brethren immortalized in marble, trumpet to his lips - and his expression was mischievous, a smirk to see her enjoying the cake. But he was a angel in name only, she imagined, his looks so flawless but within those wide eyes which took in every aspect of her she knew temptation warmed his heart and burned as a beacon calling the one his gaze turned upon.As he approached her table she felt her skin flush, her own allure came into play. And he was drawn to her, the shadow to her sun, the adventure awaiting all in the scent of him as he too put the world to shame. His masculine warmth was a blaze in the deepest night, as if they were somewhere all alone, nothing between them, instead of in this seemingly ordinary day."May I have some cake? It looks so...tempting.""And what do you know of temptation?"He produced a dark soft feather, tickling the tip of her nose. She gasped, frozen with fork in midair."I believe you are going to learn. But you'll also learn I too can be tempted. And when I am...there's no stopping me."All the art she had viewed was merely scribblings and scratchings compared to the absolutely beautiful sight of the Fallen Angel, tasting sweet cake in the bright afternoon. *** Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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