Illuminated Centre Stage of The Scented Cabaret

In the most louche style she sashayed into her dressing room, her work-day boudoir; lazily shrugging off her furs, letting them fall on the dusty wooden floors where sequins like fallen heroes, decorate the surface giving off star-busts sparks. The tired, but hard working illuminated vanity mirror, its bulbs alight, glow on her weary yet still beautiful face, reminding her there is work to be done; layers of magic to be created. If she is going to be centre stage, she has to be ‘show ready’. After all, life is a cabaret and should you want to enjoy her sensual pleasures, then she will entertain you for sure, she will make your stare, she will make you an addict of her Centre Stage performance, but firstly, she must be her scented, adorned, glimmering painted self. Explore her here Illuminated Centre Stage of The Scented Cabaret

The image on left-hand side, Samantha Inman @rememberingtobreathe

Once the chorus girl now the star, centred on the wooden smokey stage of weathered wooden boards, where lights focus on her but also highlight the years of rising dust of every performer before her, who has had their moment under the lights. Here she slithers, glistens, entices and raptures, her audience not just in love with her; adoration is the emotion. She knows the power she holds over them.

But first, before the spell, comes the layer of seduction she must create, the preparation of these parts that turn her from beautiful star into a majestic angelic superstar.

In her intimate room she dresses herself, sparkles dotted amidst the colours of her lavender corset with feathers of white, tips tinged with orange, and cardamom soft green. Her diamond white waistline, tightly drawn highlights her generous bosom and softened feline curves all cushioned to titillate the well-bread gentlemen and and tease the society women. Her blooming corsage of dreamy white flowers pinned to highlight her long elegant neck. Her dainty feet enclosed in leopard print boots with wooden heels warn; she has the power of a wild animal.

Her face is next. First comes the powdery-waxy war paint of covering the skin to be flawless; in order to shine she must be perfect. She fills her eyebrows dark and strong, the lashes next, full black and as feathery as her fringed boa, her sapphire eyes rimmed in blackest kohl twinkle back at her as she edges them in golden stardust.

The boldest cheek colours, aid the curve and chisel, bringing the desired angles of drama to the face. Again, shimmer edges the bones adding the drama of ‘cliffs’ to her high-boned cheeks.

Next it has to be the bloodiest red, the red claret depth of the velvet curtains of the stage applied to the mouth to bring that sultry sensorial yet juicy accent to her face.

Yet before she can fully be the chanteuse she truly is, she must press the golden bottle top, realising a mist of perfumed allure; now she is ready. Her scent, one that echoes back to her her very own power, she is the brightest star of all.

However many society ladies will stand out in satins, laces, furs and diamonds, she is always the most important and beautiful in the room. As much as she is the centre of the picture she knowns, she says to herself I Am a Camera, I will draw all these faces into me.

Her face is animated and alive, ready for her performance, her wireless throws out dance tunes getting her hips twitching as she descends the stairs of her dressing room making her way towards the area of her performance , she catches in her nose, the wooden stairs, smokey and musty with years of performers passing and treading the detritus of their life into the flooring.

She ascends and finds herself ready to perform, the curtains rise the lights bright now she is centre stage. Now she is under the spot light, the world concentrated only on her. She opens her mouth and she begins her noted rendition of Das lila Lied (The Lavender Song) with its marching rhythm, its militant calls for gay rights.

Yet what of this bottled and perfume elixir she chooses to surround herself in so that the dusty velvet curtains can rise on her performance? Why its Centre Stage by Thameen of course.

Thameen’s Centre Stage is a new fragrance for women and men launched in 2024. Obviously from the above it its inspiration from the notorious nightlife in the 1920s, where cabaret clubs are laden with high society members seeking sensorial pleasures. Where sexuality was free, hedonistic nihilism abound, and where the stage was always set for drama and glamour with no holes barred.

Opening with Lavender, her delicate, floral and slightly powdery notes partner with the sweet, warmth of green spice from Cardamom and sweet, floral, and woody elegance of Petitgrain. Immediately evocative, instantly addictive, with optimism and exuberance, she pulls you in.

Her heart if of course a celebration of the floral pleasure garden that is sexy, sultry and sweet-musky Jasmine, alongside the power of Orange Blossom absolute and Orris and with its sweet, soft, powdery, suede- earthy facets. This scented potion pulls you into her heart.

Her final act? Amberwood, its warm, resinous angles with notes of sweet, wood, with slightly powdery nuances with an enslaving element of dry Tabacco. Alongside is sweet, balsamic, and vanilla-like with notes of leathery-smoke, from Styrax with a final high from Animalic notes, that are exotic bestial and visceral. 

There is a lingering sense of rooty-smokey-damp of dusty Vetiver (although not listed) that hints at the aged wood of the theatre, its dusty velvet curtains and the grease pain of the make up room.

Thus is the most magnetic of the perfume, this Cologne Elixir released yet. By creative director Christopher Chong whilst at his tenure at Thameen working alongside the nose and genius of perfumer Bruno Jovanovic again together, they have created this star bottled; a rich elegant mysterious yet utterly addictive scent.

Part of the most heralded Britolonge collection it may echo the past glamour of the 1920 cabaret, but don’t be fooled, it is as modern a construction as can be: Sensual and bold all in one. She is the cocktail, the cigar smoke and the powdery lipstick at her most seductive best; and she is standing centre stage waiting for your applause.

To find out everything you want to know about Centre Stage form Thameen please visit Thameen.com Here

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