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...I ever smelled... Hidden in the depth it was so far, the "darkest" scent of roses I smelled (so far).
Until a souk offer came up, carefully asking if the smell of the fragrance was too sweet. Express denial. Answer: "not sweet... dark... woody --"
I agreed to purchase, with information THIS PAGE I was very confident, along with the info from A. who sold the fragrance, even surely, because A, had just smelled the fragrance herself and can rely on her judgment...
A wave of spices...from cardamom to pepper to clove to coriander and anything else, hides for a short time the true nature of the scent from all too hasty-impatient noses, who want to get to the point right away-.
And even the top note can't wait to love a fragrance or demonize it right away. (these "candidates" usually don't even get to know the scent as a whole)
This Mancera needs a few minutes of patience before it turns dark red, rose ink
peels out and delights the nose.
In addition, there are equally "inky" ingredients such as patchouli and birch tar, "opaque" cistus and smoky elements.
Everything comes apparently crept up from deep, overcast and moonless night, overwhelming, touching and wrapped in silence.
Only thoughts seem to flow over it, soundless, fascinating images by imaginative artists.
Pictures of bizarre landscapes, gnarled trunks of old trees shaped like wind whipped.
Dark and rich the colors, with few, but all the more striking red flowers as contrast.
The dark gujak woods creak in thoughts, although no sound can be heard.
It is as if the buds of the purple roses opened with a soft "pfffssst"...
to blossom and remain so forever without withering.
I have now entered this "landscape", and don't like to go out here anymore.
Because maybe the way is still exciting to the real end of "Black Line"
I would like to be there until dawn...