Chewy, musky black rose that is decidedly sugar-free. There’s also something that rings of anise or hard liquorice to me. Not like Redvines liquorice, but the hardtack Swedish stuff that punishes you for eating it. I know the goal for this scent was a raw, thorny rose but I just couldn’t shake the dank, mulchy soil notes. I also felt it was a bit too “mature” for my taste – I distinctly recall smelling a similar rose on my bisnonna.
Longevity: at least 6h; I couldn’t take any more and had to bubble bath it off
Mental Snapshot: Rain falls heavily, drenching the procession as they forge through your well-topiaried garden. However, you remain dry as old Egbert’s ashes. On your left: Leonie, the delicious estate attorney, clutching your arm. On your right: Waldemar, your winsome manservant, holding your umbrella. A shame your husband accidentally died… on purpose.
Tl;dr: must be worn with a mink and cigarette holder.
