Showgirls | Eau De Perfum

The neon siren.

Desire burns like heatwaves in the desert twilight, illuminated only by the dirty pink neon of the vacancy sign. Her candy-coated consciousness bleeds permanent stains on everything she touches, a trail of glitter and heaven left to scald you to the core. Free world fantasies entice your mind as Showgirls of Death Valley pulls you close enough to bite. 

Her voice is sultry sand and her gaze is electric, a thunderstorm from a blue sky and you’re begging to be drenched. Heliotrope and sandalwood embrace the curvatures of her body, hidden only by feather and lace while she takes her final bow of the night. You only just met, but the way her red lipstick burns promises down your chest keeps the demons at the door, if only for the night.

Head; heliotrope, lily of the desert

Heart; tonka, clove

Soul; sandalwood, cedarwood