LuvMuskHunySukl

There were two of them and one of me…I should’ve known then there was no hope. Like yin and yang. Or opposite twins. Maybe Jekyll and Hyde. Oh woe is me. Yes, take my two favorite men…my lusts total…De Sade & Cathedral. And smash them together like a mosh pit. This is something similar. But not smoky like Master De Sade. Sweet, evil, warm like the indent of her arm, the back of her knee, the crack of a whip. Why do these certain scents from the labs of BPAL make me want to bang hammers? Why do they bring out the wicked wench? Bring that tingle to my soul. Oh hell, why ask why. Just slather it on me! Watch my eyes roll.

I am not a bitch. I am not your bitch. I rolled in the grass and dug in the mud and climbed the trees and ran thru the fields. Collected the scents and the smells of the fruits and flowers. Laugh and scream and cry and dream. Stand still while the winds wrap me up and throw me low and the waters cover over me and the salts of their blood and the rust of my own join together and unite after this material world kept us apart. I am not a bitch. I am not your bitch. Howling and scrabbling and licking and stabbing. Caught the spirit, nicked its skin, caught a drop of what was within. How can it be described? Herbal. Not weedy or harsh. Mother Earth’s green kiss. Barefoot stomping thru the lush vegetation. Live vegetation. Breathing out their thick, juicy freshness. Wet. Not a dry herbal. This is the most incredible thing ever this. I cannot stop wearing it – any day every day- any time all the time. And my boyfriend likes this smell on me very much. Maybe I am a bitch and it suits me just fine.

My tiny vial of Cathedrol has a big voice...huge actually....so i will let him describe himself... "I sit on high eating my crumbling biscuit of cedar and sweat... I am a sauna... a woody pulp soaked full of my sweet juicy sap and swimming in a puddle of perspiration, sweat...yes B.O. I am no solemn event... I am a good time guy... My laugh is deep... I am bass. When she wears me, we grind together... She is mine. Her eyes cannot hold their focus. I like her like that - she is prettier...smiling mad, eyes wild. Sex on a cracker I finish her up. I am sated because I ate it. Gave him a run I did - ol' man DeSade...I snuck in with my righteous name - him all sin - but I am the one who did her in!" Yes, i like when he talks! (ppssssttt....don't tell him but i still love DeSade more oh thank you all who sent me this as a freebie!!!!!!!!!! x

If i hide if i scurry under the piles of clothes in the darkest corner with the chill of the wood floor against my cheek if i wrap in his thick heavy old leather with the road rash on it and years of memories and sweat and dirt and grease and if my cats crawl in with me and we hiss and lock the door against the world curled up in this black cool fog that is everything and nothing and if i am me and a rage of woman if i smile not a nice smile not at all but a mean smirk and my dark eyes eat you if i walk the nights and drink the drink and am a ghost a ghoul dripping in my sex- this is De Sade. This is my smell. i thought it was an ashtray of old cigarettes when first i smelled this vial….vile….ha - no not really but so reminiscent of something….something….oh its me! Something i forgot someone i let get lost…..now she wont leave me she is me and this scent is me. This is leather. Not cigarettes but the smell from days past of dirty crazy wild boys and their drink and cigs and smoke and fast loud old cars with leather seats and sex smells. i want myself when i put this on…..i want to be able to be me and take myself….i want to give myself all my lust….this is what this scent is to me….i don’t want to put it on anyone or anything….i don’t want this on him…..i lust him fine…..i don’t want this on her…..she is my soul-love…..i don’t / won’t share a drop….this is mine this is me….i want many rivers of this……to bathe in…..i want this to sweat from my skin…. If i wear this always I will never be a wimp to anyone. I will kick ass and scratch out eyes and laugh cold and lusty and loud. Only sadness is this fades so rapidly on me. This scent has saved me. Found me. Ravaged me. I am reborn. Thank you. Possible the most useless review ever written….