Noir de Noir Tom Ford 2007 Eau de Parfum

// In the shadow of myself, I dimly recognize a figure. Is it you? Is it the memories of you? Of us? We both know this path was inevitable. We both know that, don't we?

I often think back. Of those days. How they once were and how they will never be again. I want you to know that I will never forget how you were there when no one else was.

// In the shadows of myself I recognize a shape, it takes form. Yes, it is the memories of us, I can see them, perceive them, feel them. But I know that times are different now. I must let go.

YOU made me the person I am today. I wouldn't be me without you, you know You are a part of my heart and letting go of that anchoring is out of the question. No, I'm not letting you out of it again, you hear?

// In the shadow of myself I recognize you, yes, it is you. You are there, I can perceive you. You stand before me, I often think of how it would have been. How it might have been.

WE are no more, but one thing is certain. Nothing will ever be able to change our story, it is our story. Every story ends sooner or later. We knew it had to come to this. We knew that, didn't we?

// The darkness projected by the shadow of myself transforms, the first accents of light gather and illuminate what was not visible before. The present has me again.

I love Noir de Noir. Hardly any fragrance can trigger emotions and feelings of this kind in me. Like once the foot tendon of Achilles from Greek mythology, this fragrance is my sore spot. The first time I put it on, I felt tears well up in my eyes. Never before has a fragrance triggered something like this in me, and it took me a long time to understand why it is the way it is. Today, unfortunately, I can no longer use Noir de Noir. The scent has helped me come to terms with and process some of my past, but certain things should be left where they are so as not to make oneself vulnerable over and over again. Noir de Noir is present, I detect a fresh cut rose that comes with an accord of vanilla sweetness. Saffron from the top note shows up for a brief moment, but fades away fairly quickly. Again and again the fragrance rises and tickles the nose, but at no time does it slay you. Roses and more roses ensnare the olfactory nerve. In the drydown, the rose slides back more and more, letting the vanilla note take over. The combination and transitions from top to heart and base notes are simply beautiful. Noir de Noir is a masterpiece, olfactory great art. Several times I had the fragrance already in the shopping cart, but I can not buy it. I know it wouldn't do me any good because of my memories, so I now lock the box containing my thoughts and emotions with this comment. This way I feel like the scent is always with me, but dosed in a way that I can handle.
Forever.