There is rather less to Fame than meets the eye.
'Black Widow' bottle instantly triggers my arachnophobia aaah, soooo creepy...., my skin has goose bumps ssss
But the potion inside is rather puerile; she enjoys playing 'hide and seek' with you.
One moment, she is sweet like honey; another-she is bitter like an almond, later, she is piquant like your own skin, and then she eludes you like a smoke.
She is sensitive and shy, but her whisper forces you to attend her incessantly.
It's difficult to pin down the exact scent of her trail.
Her Fame lasts hardly enough, but the taste of it lasts forever: subtly leathery, appricoty and sweet. Yum it...Yum me...
Likable. Lively. Lovely!
Intrinsic to the Lady, 'push and pull; and I go gaga over her !¿