Very challenging photorealistic pissy, índolic, murderous triffid of a floral. A feat of perfumery, but total unwearable for me. It's also nuclear in performance, as I found out the hard way. I was leaving home this morning and put two little sprays on (from a decant, so really small sprays). I was thoroughly worn down by the scent within 30 minutes, yet it continued to project heavily, obnoxiously, for around 5 hours. I could not wait to scrub it off.
Cut lillies lying in a pool of brackish sea water. Wetland earth with sparse wildflowers growing amid thick greenery. A hint of peppery incense in the air.
Duration is impressive, the lilly note constant though to the drydown, at which point woody, amber notes become more prominent.
This a strange, cold and beautifully funereal creation, as befits its name. It's also pretty dark - there's a suggestion of something wild and unfettered lurking around the edges of the scent, even though its core is very still. One of the high points in the Beaufort range, and one of its more approachable creations as well.