I am on the petals of roses and on the wounds of war.
My name is red.

I am scarlet or carmine. I embody desire, passion, seduction and strength.
I reveal myself and catch the eye.

But what does being a colour really mean?
If you had to describe me to a person blind from birth, what would you say?

Well, you see, I am primarily a feeling.
If I were a fabric, I would be velvet.
If I were a flavour, I would fill the mouth with a taste of flesh and blood.

And if I were a perfume?
I would be both powerful and enveloping, vivid, scandalous and enchanting; I would be reassuring and
narcotic, majestic and hypnotic.

Olfactory notes:
Top notes: elemi, pink pepper
Heart notes: cardamom, cinnamon, cumin, geranium, ginger, incense, rose from Turkey, rosewood
Base notes: ambergris, cedarwood, labdanum (cistus), musk, patchouli, sandalwood, tonka bean, vanilla, white tobacco