They say the rose held magical power. Others claimed it was the secret to my unaging beauty. Some whispered it was a curse, and others didn't believe it existed at all.
I kept the rose locked away in the deepest part of the fortress. Every evening, from the highest tower, I watched the horizon for clouds of dust — the sign that my warriors were returning.
They called me the "Living Statue", because I wouldn't move a muscle until the last of my soldiers crossed the gates and they were sealed shut behind him.
I ruled the land with dignity. I had thorns — like my rose — but my beauty was irresistible. Enemies fell at my feet.
When darkness fell and my people slipped into sleep's embrace, I descended into the depths of the fortress to tend to my rose.
What else happened there, only I know. But each morning, with the first rays of dawn, a mysterious fragrance blanketed the land, and my people awoke — rested, renewed, and joyful.
Head
Black Rose
Heart
Jasmine
Saffron
Base
Patchouli
Guaiac Wood
Musk
Ingredients: Alcohol Denat., Parfum (Fragrance), Aqua (Water), Benzyl Alcohol, Вenzyl Вenzoate, Cinnamyl Alcohol, Citral, Citronellol, Eugenol, Geraniol, Limonene, Linalool
