Love in Black (2008)
by Creed

One of the less appealing and valuable from the Creed's line to me since, despite its undeniable darkness, this scent is irremediably  chemical and full of almost acid aftertastes. The starring chord of violet leaves, berries and powdery iris, although initially laundry, a bit herbal and "toilette kind", reminds me in a while the taste of candies red colorants finally becoming kind of artificially fruity, gummy and floral. The final evolution is an aqueous, vaguely petroleous woody-floral,  modernly stuffy and detergent. Above all  womanly in my opinion.

9th February, 2012.

How many times we wondered why mosquitoes should exist? And, what about rats?...going on an higher scale, what about pain? Our conclusion is always that everything is necessary. Mosquitoes are part of the food chain, pain works as a necessary alarm and bad perfumes serve as a counterpart to good ones to establish the parameters to evaluate them.

Love in Black is a bad one. A really bad one. Violet and iris that rapidly turns into rosey/violet and nothing else.

As a wise old man used to say "you need to touch nettle to properly appreciate silk".

25th October, 2011.

I'd like to describe Love in Black in detail, but there's no detail to describe. This is simply a crushingly potent, chemical, woody violet and iris accord, lent extra destructive power by an overdose of the most fiercely abrasive aldehydes imaginable. I have trouble sharing a room with this scent, much less wearing it.

That a scent as crude and unpleasant as Love in Black should be linear and last forever is a horrible irony. When, after several hours, the violet accord descends from excruciating to merely distracting, it reveals an equally piercing fruity rose base note, which in hindsight I realize had been adding an extra layer of subliminal torture all along. People who hate perfume cite scents like Love in Black as evidence of all that's wrong with wearing personal fragrance in public.

Mommy, make it go away!

22nd September, 2011.

"Holey moley! It's turpentine!" was my initial reaction upon applying this to my wrist. But, as with many fragrances, I've learned to give top notes a little time. 30 minutes later, I wasn't too afraid of my wrist, and sniffed again. Turpentine was gone, and was replaced by a strange nutty oily smell, similar to the nutty smell I get from Guerlain's Mitsouko. I'm guessing that is the orris root that I am smelling. I shall have to go back to Mitsouko and see if it's the same.

That nutty smell persisted for a quite a while, along with an oily floral smell, and some kind of white musk which was nice. That nutty oily smell though was quite strong, and that is the predominant sillage. Sillage was pretty intense, as well. Longevity was very good (if you like this sort of scent) -- still there almost 24 hours later. Euurrggh. Time for a shower.

The white musk makes this one tolerable for me. Very unique scent with an odd mobile development. I would know this one again in a heartbeat, if I smelled it on someone else.

12nd February, 2011.

My wife use it in winter. To me is the most dark, modern and sexy scent ever made by Creed. Its perfect companion is a black grand soire silky dress and...black lingerie, of course.
It fits well on a glamorous over 30 lady, not just for teens or young girls. Too complex for younger and out of target.

3rd January, 2011.

There are very few fragrances which make me recoil in horror. Love in Black is one of them. It is a confused and cocaphonous mix of bizarre notes which have no place in a fine fragrance whatsoever, linseed oil and methylated spirit being two of them. This olfactory hallucination is both alarming and disturbing. Not much else I need to say here. An absolute disaster.

3rd January, 2011.