She's a rose thinking serious things in silence
L'Artisan Abyssae is exciting for me in that I do believe I have found another rose that I can tolerate. The camphoraceous aspect of the eucalyptus reigns in that effusive, extravagant jamminess of the rose and lends a quality that while not antiseptic, feels in some way discreet and brooks no frivolity, while the cashmeran enshrouds it in shadowy, softly balsamic woods. It's a scent that is still and quiet but a tick shy of calming...there is something vaguely unsettling about it. I keep coming back to the name, "Abyssae," which to me, sounds like it could be another mystically terrifying witch-mother from Dario Argento's Giallo thrillers. There was Suspiriorum, Terenbrarum, and Lacrymarum. Abyssae adds to the ancient triumvirate but instead of joining in on their esoteric attempt sto rule the world, Abyssae's thing is just sitting around in arcane solitude while her sisters wreak havoc. She's reserved, she's dignified, she's not interested in an invite to your stupid gender reveal party. She's a rose thinking serious things in silence.