This is about as sweet as a pile of ashy bones and an old leather saddle that are left out to bake in the hot blistering desert sun for 20 years or more.
Then, a concrete truck pulls up and dumps it’s chalky, rich wet contents into a foundation dug next to the crackling bones and weathered leather, and it steams out of that earth until it dries.
There is a very mineral aspect to this that is devoid of anything aquatic in the perfumery sense, and there is green in that desert, sure, but it is very dry. Noir Anthracite is unforgiving, impenetrable, and not “nice” in any sense of the word, and I love it. – PunkRockBebop –
