First, I love roses. Specifically, I love this rose. I felt it was a black rose as in it had dried to its darkest shade, almost brittle, but entrancing. I rose left in a drawer left to scent it, filled with memories. It made me feel very composed and alluring, not too sexy but still magnetic. I got some compliments on it, that it first hit them as a strong rose but then... "ooo, that's nice". It hadn't completely faded by the time I got to bed, so I just sat there inhaling myself, feeling utterly gorgeous.