A reconstructed, naturalistic rose. Like shards of a shattered mirror in which it reflected and continues to reflect, fluttering in the wind. Very green, with a citrus undertone, dense with geranium, fragile, and prickly. The mood is minor and unsettling. It clings with its sharp thorns to a rocky cliff, struggling to survive in harsh conditions and attract those who are not fond of the usual garden beauty. However, the flower is sometimes drowned out by the mineral notes of salty stones, some of which are covered in moss on a peat base, earthy, almost inky vetiver of a stormy sky, iris-spicy smoke hanging in the mist. This wild, ascetic rose is from the dark tales of the deep Middle Ages. I love wearing it in wet, windy weather when it gains even more momentum with the elements and becomes impossibly good! Like a sea sponge absorbing transparent droplets of the sea, dew, rain, or the “water of life,” tinged with the color of pigeon blood. A very unusual, cold, and tragic thing. Genderless and timeless. Moreover, it’s extremely diffusive, instantly filling a room! Keep in mind that one spray is enough to stay with it for an entire day. And the smaller the dose, the more beautiful Rose Highland becomes!
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#fragrance #JorumStudio #RoseHighland #rose #perfume