The rose of course, but a black one! It starts with the fresh, humid drops of dew at dawn; it blooms at noon, full of color, drenched with sun, almost intoxicating if it was not for the breezy air that always refreshes it. But there is always more… Its complexion reveals a dark facet, an invitation to forbidden sensuality, with woods, moss and a touch of amber. Proud and sinful…