#SacreBleu

[parfumieren]

Sacrebleu (Parfums de Nicolaï)

At this precise point in the arc of human evolution, it may seem that magic is on its last legs. The smarter we become, the further we stray from the neighborhoods of the divine. Once-mighty gods are now plastic action figures. Ancient religions limp along as superstitions. The Great Pan is dead, replaced by the Sony Playstation.

Flowers are no exception to the trend of disempowerment. Once upon a time, they were viewed as living missives from the otherworld. Plucking the wrong one could draw the wrath of the unseen; illness, misfortune, and death might visit the house into which a single stolen blossom was carried. For flowers belonged to the elementals -- a.k.a. "fairies" -- savage and unpredictable beings whom one begged for protection and bribed to keep at a safe distance.

Even helpful flowers were host to uncanny spirits. Periwinkle blooms, said to ward off all manner of evil, were yet used to adorn the graves of children. Those in the know called them violettes des sorciers.... witch violets.

But that was long ago. The Victorians and Edwardians stripped flowers clean of all unseemly characteristics and recostumed fairies in gossamer and starlight-- friendly, sanitized and safe for children. What job they started, Walt Disney finished.... and generations of girls like me grew up unaware of a femininity whose power was manifest not in cellophane wings, but in claws and teeth.

I admit I have never been what you would call the flower-fairy type. Even as a little girl, I eschewed things like dolls and frills and the color pink in favor of snake hunting and rock collecting. To my mind, flowers were just one more mark of femininity to which my tomboy self stood in improper contrast.

It follows that in my adult life, floral perfumes have largely struck me as overwrought in one of two directions: syrup or sugar, oversexed or sexless. One is womanhood exaggerated; the other is womanhood sanitized. Neither is natural or (at least to me) appealing. I have long found myself wishing for a floral with all of its dark magic intact-- inspiring equal amounts of desire and dread.

Was I born at the wrong time? Had I missed my chance?

Luckily, every so often, the breath of some age-old spirit reaches us from its hiding place, and we experience a primordial chill of recognition that reaches as deep as our bones. The violettes des sorciers are not all banished-- they're in Sacrebleu, a perfume as close to unseelie as it gets.

Of the several recognized usages of sacrebleu, which one did perfumer Patricia de Nicolaï mean to evoke? On one hand, sacré bleu allegedly refers to the celestial color of the cloak worn by the Mother of God. Taken in this light, the name of this perfume seems almost prayerful. In reality, however, sacrebleu is nothing but a curse-- something to shout when outraged. I like to think Nicolaï intended the latter, for this perfume was designed to provoke.

First came a mighty, in-your-face note of anise-- then nothing. Sacrebleu had simply disappeared. Failing to notice the "back in five" sign (written in the tiniest handwriting imaginable, and in invisible ink), I liberally reapplied to all pulse points. And waited.

Then anise returned-- with reinforcements. Sandalwood, licorice, cinnamon, vanilla. Soon they had me surrounded-- a pack of manic scent fairies spiraling around me in a helix of sparkling aromas.

Outnumbered and outgunned, I surrendered and closed my eyes. The air around me prickled with electricity, shimmered with color. And the scent-- fizzy, hard, and bright, intensifying and picking up velocity with every passing second. I could have been standing in an enchanted ring of violets in some shadowy forest straight out of Grimm... or on one of the rings of Saturn, dodging silver meteorites.

The glamoury lasted all day, most of which I'm sure I spent smiling goofily with my eyes crossed. When I finally landed back on earth, that maddening scent had faded to a nice Choward's Violet Mint sort of thing, dry and pleasantly prickly on the nose. But the fairies had vanished, as fairies do.... and I think the little bastards made off with my wallet.

They're welcome to it. It's a small price to pay for real magic.

Scent Elements: Mandarin, raspberry, blackcurrant, peach, apricot, carnation, tuberose, jasmine, cinnamon oil, frankincense, patchouli, sandalwood, balsam Peru, tonka bean absolute

#parfümieren #Parfums de Nicolaï #Sacrebleu #perfume review

[jamiemccanless]

Used Books

I splurged on one of my favorite authors, Christopher Moore, at Serendipity Used Books. 😜

Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story

Coyote Blue

A Dirty Job

Fluke, or I Know Why the Winged Whale Sings

Fool

Island of the Sequined Love Nun

Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal

Noir

Practical Demonkeeping

Sacré Bleu

Secondhand Souls

The Serpent of Venice

You Suck: A Love Story

#ChristopherMoore #SerendipityUsedBooks #FridayHarbor #SanJuanIsland #Books #UsedBooks #MyIslandLife #IslandLife #IGetToLiveHere #ADirtyJob #BloodsuckingFiends #CoyoteBlue #Fluke #Fool #IslandOfTheSequinedLoveNun #Lamb #Noir #PracticalDemonkeeping #SacreBleu #SacréBleu #SecondhandSouls #TheSerpentOfVenice #YouSuck

[heyneon]

Dimitri From Paris - Sacrebleu (Full Album Vinyl)

#youtube #Dimitri From Paris #Sacrebleu #ohhh this is so #shibuya kei #marvellous music

[sh6rlockholmes]

I saw Argentina won! congratulations!

-Lune

thank you so much! wishing with all my heart for an argentina vs. morocco. it would be an epic match.

#love bread but not france #sacrebleu #go morocco!

[mattattridge-smith]

Sacrebleu! 🇫🇷 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 🏆 ⚽️ #Sacrebleu #cmonengland #itscominghome #qatar2022 #worldcup #worldcup2022 (at Alkrington) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clx0Am1oLlO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sacrebleu #cmonengland #itscominghome #qatar2022 #worldcup #worldcup2022

[cremanata]

♡ ame ame ♡

twitter | ig | patreon

#me forgetting to update anything other than twitter? sacrebleu #amelia watson #hololive fanart #hololive #holomyth #holomyth fanart #amelia watson fanart #holoen #hololive english #vtuber fanart #vtuber

[pegassi-toreador]

le cinq b

#art of rally #le cinq b #group b #sacrebleu

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

are you french?

I do be French indeed

#unfortunately #not that its something i couldve decided #if i hear a oui-oui baguette honhonhon sacrebleu croissant joke im going to go berserk #its funny but not after the 100th time

[porygon-porygon-porygon]

glagol???? (i hate this 2: electric boogaloo)

unrelated, but: happy 17. may!!!!!! (norway's constitution day)

#art #gijinka #cfmot #bad art #sacrebleu!!!!!!!!

[edgygayguy]

I MAY OR MAY NOT BE GOING TO FRANCE TODAY AAAAAAAAAAA

#Sacrebleu!

[animatedshortoftheday]

Cargo Cult (2013) [11 min] by Bastien Dubois | France

#2D #2D Animation #3D #3D Animation #2013 #11 min #Bastien Dubois #France #Rotoscoping #Animated Short #AnimatedShortOfTheDay #Animation #Pacific War #War #Papuans #Cargo #Sacrebleu Productions #Youtube

[lichenes]

PLEASEEE do a nsfw fic of reader and vincent having a big fight with some make up smut 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

Thank you for the ask :D Second time writing smut bear with me. CW: arguing (brief), p in v, riding, NSFW Vincent Renzi x gn!reader wc: 621 _____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿____

"Fine!" you shouted, red from anger. He groaned rolling his eyes and threw his hands in the air. "Why can't you just listen, sacrebleu!". You ran into your bedroom and slammed the door hoping he would leave you alone for now. Vincent though, was right behind you, opening the door and leaning against the frame of the door.

You sat on your bed your face covered with your hands, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill. "Chéri..." he said unsure of what to do next to prevent further rows. You choked back a sob and looked at him, tears already streaming down your face. "I'm... I'm sorry." You said already forgetting what you were squabbling about.

"Oh mon cœur." Vincent paused and sat down next to you on the bed. "Ma déesse." You looked up at him to say something but the only thing that came out was a sob. He put his arm around you as if to protect you from all the evils of the world, even himself.

You sat like this for a long while attempting to calm your breathing and stop shaking. Through all of this, Vincent put his head to your head and gently kissed your scalp, behaving as if you were made out of porcelain. With his calming demeanor enveloping you, you quickly forgot what it was that you were arguing about.

You both always prefered to talk things through. Rows were your last course of action. But Vincent came back tired from work and you were feeling particularly exhausted from your activities, one thing led to another and you were at eachothers throats.

"Forgive me." He sighed content with your douce form. "I know you don't mean those things." You nodded you head, still feeling a little dizzy. He got up assuring you he was returning soon and brought with him a glass of water for you to rehydrate yourself after crying.

You gave him back the glass after drinking its contents and he put it on the night stand. "Do you need anything else?" He caressed your cheek and gazed at you lovingly. "...you."

Vincent was laying on his back, his head propped up by a pillow. His hands on your hips moving along with your own pace. "Oh mon amour..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Don't stop." Vincent commanded.

You were riding him as fervently as if it were your first time. The only thing at the forefront of your mind was making him come to make up for the argument. "Baby, baby... slow... slow...".

"I need you Vincent." You said your voice laced with nothing but pure lust. "I know, I know sunshine, just keep going and you get your prize." You whined as he thrust up into you clearly losing himself in you rythmic movements. Allowing him to breathe for a moment you stopped your movement and immediately slammed yourself down on him, chasing your own high.

"Good... g-god" he breathed out. Your faster movement made you both come in no time. You collapsed onto his chest. You both were heaving and trying to regain your composure. He stayed inside of you even after your breathing got slower and calmer.

"Chéri?" He asked after a short while but you just nuzzled your face into his chest refusing to move. He chuckled lightly and decided on letting you stay on top of him a moment longer. Not long after that you drifted to off to sleep.

You woke up dreading having to get up but when you regained your sentience you already were dressed in clean clothes and being cuddled by Vincent. You sighed contently and got embraced by Morpheus once more. How grateful you were to have him.

_____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿____ masterlist

#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #x reader #writing #vincent renzi x gn!reader

[modelsof-color]

Mameanta Wade by Ben Fourmi for Sacrebleu! Magazine March 2023

#mameanta wade

[marcepanna]

danse sacrebleu

#wyburzenia

[jockw]

Sacrebleu.

Bien, c'est sur j'échouerai Mon test.

Officially I've joined for a week and a day, yay!

Now have Duke study at 4am for French.

Merde.

#nevermore #nevermore webcomic #nevermore webtoon #duke nevermore #duke studies french

[in-omni-scientia]

Who wants some macaroni

macaroni.

MACARONI.

MACARONNIIII???!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!??!??!?!?

VOUS VOUS MOQUEZ DE MOI QU’EST-CE QUE VOUS VOULEZ DIRE PAR “””MACARONIS””” N’APPORTEZ PAS CETTE RACAILLE MESIIINNIENNE DANS LE PÉRIMÈTRE DE

UTILISATEUR DE TUMBLR "DRAGGYZ" TU ES UN BÂYARD ABSOLU. TU GASPILLES LA VIE CHAQUE CHOSE QUE TU PUBLIES EST UN AFFRONT À DIEU TU ES UN *BLASPHÉMATEUR*,

SACREBLEU

#disco elysium #skillsposting #ooc sorry for making ency act this way. it was to complete the meme. #i can't just see a macaroni and then have ency react the way he actually would when the tweets are right there #contains: txt #author/s: me #contains: answers #contains: figures #contains: id #no id #<- i am iffy on tagging this as id'd since the ID for the macaron image calls them macaroni so i'll tag it as no id #ency nooo your mascara is melting #day 2 no empathy