Review by merbert
I imagine a Limoges vase filled to overflowing with the deepest red damask roses, resting on a silk velvet cloth in a darkly paneled salon. Dusty beams of light fall on the bouquet from thick leaded window panes. Where the sunlight warms the wall, the scent of old and well-rubbed wood emerges. Some of the blood-red petals are broken, revealing their tart and almost bitter white bases.
Crown Rose captures the dark, warm and powdery scent of old red roses, framed by hints of sweet spices and rich woods. An assertive fragrance, there nothing timid about it. There is also a touch of mystery, like eyes peering through the black tulle of an elegant chapeau.
Crown Rose captures the dark, warm and powdery scent of old red roses, framed by hints of sweet spices and rich woods. An assertive fragrance, there nothing timid about it. There is also a touch of mystery, like eyes peering through the black tulle of an elegant chapeau.