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thorns to the jugular
Been on a long hunt for a vampiric rose and, fortunately, the reviews did not lie. This is gothic, heady, almost berried. Like petal-pulp steeping in a steel vial; at once both stoic and romantic. Sanguine in the metallic sense (like a clutch of ancient coins), not the charnel house/operating theatre sense. I haven’t caught this wafting on a stranger, but I imagine the effect must be disarming. It’s alluringly anachronistic. Not quite the rose of my bisnonna, but nothing about it rings trendy or modern. The scent of an elder vampiress. Was potent the first hour on my skin, but didn’t have the staying power others have enjoyed. Filed under “goth wedding” scents (along with Portrait of a Lady). A kiss is just a prelude to a bite, no?
Mental Snapshot: The call her the girl from Berlin. She wears a sable and black silk. Her slippery auburn hair is chiseled into a flapper’s bob. A few still call her the girl from Prussia. Fewer remember her as the girl from Germania. Nobody knows what they called her before that. She has the face of a porcelain doll, the eyes of a Siamese cat, and the smile of a Rottweiler.
tl;dr: vintage roseblood
Mental Snapshot: The call her the girl from Berlin. She wears a sable and black silk. Her slippery auburn hair is chiseled into a flapper’s bob. A few still call her the girl from Prussia. Fewer remember her as the girl from Germania. Nobody knows what they called her before that. She has the face of a porcelain doll, the eyes of a Siamese cat, and the smile of a Rottweiler.
tl;dr: vintage roseblood