Why did a rose have to suffer so? It was brutally murdered from behind and then disposed of quite mundanely in the shredder!
That is the impression this delicately rose-tinted fragrance left on my skin.
First, I have to cough violently, then truly green notes come towards me. They practically leap at me. As if hundreds of roses are being sent through the shredder and I am standing beneath the output. I smell shredded rose petals and stems. The plant sap is spraying everywhere. I find this green smell very unpleasant.
Then the petals timidly make their presence known. A light scent of rose spreads. If it weren't for the crazy top note, I could really like this rose. But unfortunately, this unclouded impression fades quickly, as a slight musty tone emerges beneath the scent of the softly wilting rose petals. That's the end! The compost heap is approaching!