Black for Her Kenneth Cole 2004 Eau de Parfum

Who doesn't know those nice little signs in foreign bathrooms? "Used... while sitting," you read there, usually illustrated by a corresponding picture. I always thought I didn't need something like that. Found those signs silly. But now I want one after all. Mine should say: "Hands off the Black!"

Until now, I had trust in my guests. But I hadn't yet had "Black." This dark bottle really stands out among all my "pastels." And then this "for her"... Surely, it could mean anyone. One could just as well translate it to "Tester" or "Treat me." No, "Black" is not "for her." It is "just for me!"

Since I've never experienced this absolute "not-wanting-to-share" feeling with fragrances (a spritz of one of my scents is actually a minor offense, a kind of counterpart to petty theft), I am pondering. Is there a kind of bottle spirit living in the heart of the dark flacon, sneaking to my bed at night and making my selfishness bloom in new ways? Well, at least this spirit seems to be bound to "Black," because with all my other scents, I remain generous.

However, I don't even use "Black" particularly often and will probably never empty the bottle completely. But I often and gladly smell the flacon. The scent still appears opulent and intensely floral, and before my inner eye, a beautiful old theater comes to mind. With a red velvet curtain and ladies in evening gowns. Or a ballroom. Something special indeed. And therefore, nothing for everyday life.

However, once sprayed, this impression dissipates a bit. At first, I recognize a mix of violet and, hmm, grass. It reminds me a little of the perfume oils that used to be sold at flea markets. Then the scent retreats a bit and remains noticeable but discreet. Still, I don't want to waste it in mundane everyday life.

Now I've seen that my noble "Black" is currently on offer at Rossmann. But that doesn't diminish my greed. I'm just thinking about adding to my little sign: "Testing is done at Rossmann!"