Nevermore Frapin 2014

Oh, you brutal creature, what a beauty you are.
So heavy, so massive, so passively-aggressively beautiful.
Here it is,...my Morning Star, a close-combat weapon turned into fragrance.
A heavy rose head made of iron, adorned with thorns and a massive iron chain to hold and swing. A fragrant toy for the bad boys and girls among us.
Nevermore, where you strike, no grass grows anymore, but rather dark, black, and thorny roses.
A scent for modern gladiators and knights, or for sexy amazons and valkyries.
One of the darkest rose fragrances I have ever encountered,...it has defeated me and brought me down.
One of my most beautiful defeats,...I admit!

Yet it starts off so harmless.
An opening of aldehydes lightly nuanced with an almost inconspicuous hint of rose petal and a touch of nutmeg.
Eyes and noses seem,...harmless.
But after a short time, Nevermore begins to arm itself.
A storm is brewing, a storm of pepper,...black, coarse pepper.
Extremely raw and sharply spicy.
And then it comes, the black, dark rose, first alone and then with its entire army.
An armada of warlike, dark roses envelops you and extends their thorns, the air turns black-red and time seems to stand still.

In the end, it prepares for the final blow.
It swings the rose morning star for the final strike.
But not alone.
Amber, cedar, and saffron hold the heavy rose scepter with it,
now it is truly heavy enough and powerful.
The scent circles over my head like a sword of Damocles.
Yes, Queen Nevermore, you have defeated me, and I lie before you.
Honor to whom honor is due!

Conclusion of the defeat
Nevermore, will I want to wear another rose fragrance.
Nevermore, will I forget you.
Nevermore, will I renounce my loyalty to you.
Nevermore, will I give you up.
Nevermore
The darkest and most warlike rose fragrance I have ever smelled.
Gloomy, unbridled, and passionate.
You are the rose star, and the end of my search.
Let us march into battle,...Nevermore!