Along with Loviatar, she has become something of a 21st century Patron Goddess of all Dominatrixes. While Loviatar is the Goddess of Pain, Wanda govens Control. She is the breathtakingly beautiful sable-wrapped marble queen of Sacher-Masoch’s fantasies. Her scent is a deep red merlot with a faint hint of leather, sexual musk and body heat over crushed roses, violets and myrtle.
Towanda! Oh, dear, different movie completely, isn’t that? Anyway, I dabbed on Wanda this morning and was nearly knocked out by the vivacious scent. It made me want to Kill Bill with my bare hands, grab a rope and swing across the ship, and take on the RNC police. But alas it faded very quickly. Wanda wafted away like a balloon on the wind and then it was gone, gone, gone within an hour.