This makes me think of a sweeter, rounder version of Sa Majeste La Rose by Serge Lutens. Lutens’ version is tarter, greener, a little more astringent, this is sweetened with amber and black currant and rounded out by leathery castoreum and warm tolu balsam. It’s cozy and a little dirty, kinda like sunday morning before you shower… kinda like a sunday morning roll in the hay before you shower, when the bed is all warm and nice and they’re all warm and nice and it’s just a warm nice, kinda musky experience.
It starts sharper and greener (but still not as sharp and green as the Lutens creation) and warms and softens, leather and musk coming in, other flowers blooming in the background but the rose always remains. It also somehow reminds me of a less geranium heavy version of Vicky Tiel’s Sirene
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 