Eau De Protection

“Roses with thorny stems that yield lavish blossoms, lush petals, outrageous, puffed-up fantasies, trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire. Roses, red with blood, a piercing note leaving the flavor of fire on lips that suck the finger pricked by a thorn. A bleeding rose. A candy rose. A rose that tastes of fresh milk, a talcum powdered baby¡¯s bottom, a wealth of sugared kisses. At Etat Libre d¡¯Orange, the Virgin rarely wanders far from the Whore. Perhaps she is one and the same….