I'm coming down with a cold, and when I get a cold, and my voice gets hoarse, I like channeling my inner Lily Von Shtup. I walk around my house in fuzzy slippers doing impressions of her saloon performance, since my voice gets all froggy like her Elmer Fudd meets Marlene Dietrich alto. Man, I miss Madeline Kahn! The woman was so damn brilliant.
So in honor of the genius of Madeline Kahn, I must ask: what perfume would you put on Lily Von Shtup, the Teutonic Titwillow herself? Don't know what I'm talking about? Go rent Blazing Saddles, you philistine. Or Young Frankenstein, for that matter.
I think she would be perfect in the new Femme de Rochas, because when I think of her in it, suddenly the humor in its spicy overblown cumin-jasmine makes perfect sense and I appreciate the scent so much more than I thought I did. Or perhaps Lipstick Rose would be more appropriate for such a bawd? Perhaps that one, or Dioressence, has the naughty soapiness for one caught up, morning, noon, and night, with "dwink and dancing, some quick womancing. And then a showah."
What do you think? Please share, and Blazing Saddles quotes encouraged as well.