“You could smell her tuberose from the stage”,
my cousin said, speaking of Madonna.
Somehow he always manages to get the very best seats to her concerts, and she apparently wears so much tuberose (either Fracas or Annick Goutal Gardenia Passion) that as she grinds and sweats and hurls herself around, powder and tubereuse arise from her and emanate out into the audience: a tangible, tantalising perfume. You can smell me, but you’ll never touch me.
A huge Bowie fan, like many current pop stars who were influenced by him greatly in their youth, she sang ‘Rebel Rebel’ the other night in Houston, Texas – bowing down in tribute before a huge screen of Ziggy Stardust. I’d love to have been there.
But Madonna is coming to Tokyo soon as well. We’re going to go and see the show on Valentine’s Day, although the top-priced tickets, at five hundred dollars by the stage, are, unfortunately, out of reach.
I suppose I’ll just have to imagine the tuberose.
Source: SIX TUBEROSES