A rose so rich that were it a sauce it would have been reduced down to a thimbleful from a bathtub of stock. This concentration creates quite a hypnotic distortion, the sweetness bringing to mind those discoveries from the plant world that are supposedly umpteen times sweeter than sugar. No rose smells like this in nature but they sure do in Arabic perfumery; this is essence of rose compounded to diamantine intensity.
The opening is seriously musked up with a touch of aldehydic lift, but these are distractions from the dynamite rose which is supported wonderfully by much softer oud and sandal tones and a perfectly complementary bitter marzipan-like note (perhaps patchouli).
If roses of an almost choking potency (a la Nahema or Black Aoud) are your thing then it’s well worth seeking out this burst of operatic ecstasy. Forget ‘noir’ offerings that are about as dark as a gooseberry, this is the real deal – down the mineshaft on a moonless night.
Curiously, the wood notes don’t persist into the deep drydown in any recognizable form, so the overall feel becomes softer but also a bit less special.