Noir de Noir Tom Ford 2007 Eau de Parfum

This will only be a short commentary and only because I wanted to get rid of a thought, oh, what, I had to get rid of it!

It was a poem that came back to me the first time I smelled it. A poem whose exact wording I did not remember at first, but a little bit I still had its meaning in my mind and its melody in my ear. Noir de Noir evoked the memory of this. I can't say why, but somehow it seems to me to have something to do with this scent. I still knew who wrote the poem and where the little booklet was in my bookcase. So I thank Tom Ford for this association
I don't want to say much more about the fragrance itself, even if I am violating all the guidelines for writing perfume comments. So much has already been said to him, and in all imaginable facets. Any further description seems superfluous to me. Just a little self-reflection:

I think this composition is great and it seems that the Rose and I could become friends after all. What began with Santal Royal, which was still quite reserved, continued with the drydown of Trussardi Uomo (in the vintage version - a wonderful fragrance), now finds its preliminary climax. Even though there are still many rose scents that I scorn, this one is just great. I can't see anything dark about this rose, though. But it is truly a very noble rose, wonderfully embedded in patchouli and vanilla, perfectly coordinated ...

There! So that you can judge for yourselves whether my association of poems could have anything at all to do with this perfume, I'm reproducing it here at the end. In this spirit I wish you all a happy and carefree year 2020.
I DEFLETTERED YOU LIKE A ROSE,
to behold your soul,
and I didn't see her.

But all around
- Horizons of countries and seas -
everything, to infinity
has been taken by a
penetrating fragrance.

(Juan Ramón Jiménez)