Golden claws ominously clench a glass grenade of leering black elixir that dissipates on your skin as a whisper does in the dark. This sumptuous, fruity, candy-saturated scent instantly injects itself into your veins, bursts and bleeds out images of opulence, debauchery, ferocity, sensuality and absolute brazenness. Plump pearls drip from pale hands bound in black lace, bright crimson burlesque skirts bloom like dark red rose buds, grapes so picture-perfect taste of deep purple decadence, liquid gold champagne glitters and froths from the lips of crystal glasses, white-hot light bulbs violently blind then break, weeping opaque pirouettes of smoke and it feels as though the memory of this scent has been burned into my senses – every cell infused with Fame.