Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive!
“Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive! Why are you afraid of the truth?!” - Elizabeth Taylor in Tennessee Williams’ “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” dir. Richard Brook, 1958.
Born from a piercing shriek emerges Maggie the Cat is Alive, I’m Alive, the newest edition to Marissa Zappas Perfume. Evoking Elizabether Taylor in her electric performance, she languishes with dried champagne on her decolletage, moving through heartbreak during the bleak stillness of humid summertime. On fire inside and out, this fragrance belongs to her sun drenched beauty, longing, humidity and anger! And dares you to shriek your most primal truth.
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Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive!
Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive!
“Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive! Why are you afraid of the truth?!” - Elizabeth Taylor in Tennessee Williams’ “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” dir. Richard Brook, 1958.
Born from a piercing shriek emerges Maggie the Cat is Alive, I’m Alive, the newest edition to Marissa Zappas Perfume. Evoking Elizabether Taylor in her electric performance, she languishes with dried champagne on her decolletage, moving through heartbreak during the bleak stillness of humid summertime. On fire inside and out, this fragrance belongs to her sun drenched beauty, longing, humidity and anger! And dares you to shriek your most primal truth.
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“Maggie the Cat is Alive! I’m Alive! Why are you afraid of the truth?!” - Elizabeth Taylor in Tennessee Williams’ “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” dir. Richard Brook, 1958.
Born from a piercing shriek emerges Maggie the Cat is Alive, I’m Alive, the newest edition to Marissa Zappas Perfume. Evoking Elizabether Taylor in her electric performance, she languishes with dried champagne on her decolletage, moving through heartbreak during the bleak stillness of humid summertime. On fire inside and out, this fragrance belongs to her sun drenched beauty, longing, humidity and anger! And dares you to shriek your most primal truth.
