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Fortunato's tale is an epic one indeed! We'll give you the super-condensed version here: Imagine, please, a handsome gypsy fellow from the deep South, with bright blue eyes and dark disheveled hair, washing his filthy face and arms in a horse trough. Imagine further the Madame's surprise when this forsaken character rushed toward her, dripping horse water, exclaiming incoherently and causing her to drop all of the herbs she had painstakingly spent all morning collecting. It was no wonder she cracked him over the head with one of his own bottles of snake oil.
When Fortunato came to, he found himself significantly sobered and surrounded by various members of the troupe: the Horned Devil Man, the Fiji Mermaid, Morgan the Cloven Lady, who all listened intently to his tale. Fortunato had been employed as a carpenter in the South, more specifically a coffin-maker. He and his partner Santiago had both fallen for the infamously beautiful voodoo queen Marie Laveau, although sadly Fortunato's love was unrequited. Upon discovering his partner in throes of passion with the lovely queen, Fortunato lost control. (And most of his memory, from the incident.) Soon after, Santiago mysteriously vanished, and Fortunato thought it best that he should disappear too. He left his home to travel the country, peddling elixirs on the side of the road. And so it went, until the day he saw the Madame pocketing herbs.
After hearing his story, Madame still doubted his sanity but agreed to give him work. While unloading the wagons for the next show, he came across a broken accordion. He had heard these instruments in zydeco music back home, and was fascinated by the intricacy of the parts he saw busted before him. The Madame laughed, telling him it was junk. "If you can fix it, you can keep it." He set to work immediately. Many nights later, he had finally straightened his last piston and taped his last bellow. He took a deep breath, and gave it a squeeze. The sounds that came out of the machine were rich and dull. His fingers glided across the keyboard with every note playing in synch with the last. Never before had he been so thrilled with a project! And Madame was quite pleased as well. "You'll work up an act with the girls," Madame insisted. Morgan grinned and winked, and Elyria blushed bashfully.
Fortunato's deep soulful notes drift slowly down the Midway, evoking the essence of his former home: Spanish moss, wisteria and dogwood. Fresh and floral, the Madame closes her eyes and imagines softly rocking on an old plantation swing.
Very generously sized 1.0 oz. screw-top container.
Hand-poured by the Madame herself.
The lovely antique accordion shown in the photos was found right here on etsy: http://www.etsy.com/shop/robinseggbleunest
Feedback about this scent:
" *swoon* *swoon * and *swoon * again, pure heaven. This hits all the right notes . Thank you for everything!!!"
"High five, Madame! For knockin' ole Fortunato out cold & dragging him off to join in the debauchery ... the soft, haunting southern scent he has inspired was well worth any headache he may have endured. Truly, a lovely fragrance seemingly captured from a bygone era. As always, well done, darling."