Perfume Reviews

Negative Reviews of Black Rose Oud by Trish McEvoy

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Trish McAvoy Black Rose Oud (2011) is not really an oud fragrance, but it also isn't bad per se, just something that isn't what it claims to be then proceeds to becoming something not worth the price of admission, at least to me. The brand would make a semi-convincing effort with #9 Oud (2014), but this "baby step" towards a passable Western synthetic oud is really just a fruity rose and patchouli perfume that is a dime a dozen in the designer prestige or entry-level niche segment. Compound this semi-ubiquity with the asking price pushing $200 for 50ml of juice and you can see where some desire to attain fails to arise. Deals do pop up, but even for half-price you can snag any number of 80's rose and patchouli perfumes in vintage form that will smell worlds beyond this in quality due to no IFRA strangulation on the rose itself (via a limit on geraniol). Dark, jammy, and about as Gothic as a sales clerk from Hot Topic, Black Rose Oud knows how to play a good cast extra in a movie about rose oud perfumes, but could never get billing on the poster. Black Rose Oud is like an overpriced Jack in the Box Taco: it doesn't fit with the rest of the menu and barely resembles what it claims to be, and makes you question the experience of trying even if free.

The opening of Trish McEvoy Black Rose Oud is raspberry leaf, lychee, and osmanthus, laced with notes of black pepper and a Turkish rose that comes punching through from the very start (as it should). All the sweetness place the rose in the aforementioned jammy territory, while the pepper keeps that sweetness from being too much, but notes of saffron and a slight dollop of orchid accord stolen from Tom Ford Black Orchid (2006) makes Black Rose Oud dip its toe unfavorably in a direction that distracts from the subject it claims to capture. This is further evident when the "oud" ends up just being that patchouli as mentioned, gussied up with musk, vanilla, and some indoles to come across pretend-skanky like Marge Simpson in a teddy, but nowhere in league with even the synth oud molecules brands like Versace use. Wear time is over 12 hours because this is still a potent brew, and projection can overwhelm, meaning that little bottle you paid dearly for may last a while. I think this is a statement perfume like many of its kind, and the statement it makes is that of being the black dress "boss bitch" of the collection, the "I want to speak to your manager" of rose oud wannabes, so wear where you want (side bob hairdo sold separately).

Rose and patchouli or rose and oud, even rose and saffron mixes all typically read as unisex, but that massive fruity blast in the front that just never goes away does veer this towards being a bit more feminine than many of its kind, even old 80's examples marketed to women. Trish McEvoy Black Rose Oud is among the only such rose and oud takes I'd call "candy-like", long before Montale/Mancera started playing with the concept, but whether or not that is a good thing I leave up to you. I'm pretty dissatisfied about Black Rose Oud, because it misses the mark and doesn't do anything to make up for it, then does what it chooses to do in a way that tests my patience with note combinations I usually don't like (fruity florals with lots of sweetness). I've made mention before that this screams of niche made for upper-class housewives and conservative evangelicals, so maybe if you consider Olive Garden international cuisine and opted for the entry-level Escalade over the fully-loaded Suburban just to show up the other PTA moms, this is the rose oud perfume for you. As an aside, if you love this stuff but don't drive a Chrysler Pacifica or have an addiction to xanax and box wine, you're a far braver soul than I, and should be commended. Thumbs down.
22nd May, 2020