Black IV Widian 2015

I still remember the evening when I wore Widian Black IV for the first time. It was a cool autumn evening in a foreign city, somewhere between the shine of modern facades and the narrow, old streets that smelled of history. I had just bought the bottle, drawn in by its heavy, noble glass that almost resembled a work of art.

As I applied the first spray to my skin, something velvety spread immediately: dark, spicy warmth, almost as if someone had opened an old wooden door behind which mysterious stories had been collected for decades. The scent felt like a silent companion, unobtrusive but with a depth that made me pause time and again.

I walked through the city, past cafés where the laughter of young people echoed through the streets, and at the same time felt a strange calm within me. Black IV acted like a shield, as if it were telling me: You don’t need to explain yourself, you are simply here, and that is enough.

Later, in a small bar, as I sipped a glass of red wine, a stranger leaned over to me and quietly asked, “What fragrance is that? It reminds me of travels, of nights under the stars.” We both smiled, and in that moment I knew that this scent was more than just perfume. It was a key to memories that had not yet been experienced.

Since then, I wear Widian Black IV not often, only on evenings when I want to rediscover myself. It is not an everyday scent for me, but a chapter that should not be read too often, so that the magic remains.