An unclean, and obsessive perfume, Ombre Fauve (‘bestial shadow’) is crepuscular, haunting; dirty, with the smell of unwashed hair; unmade beds.
The soft, musked, amalgamating amber and patchouli, slovenly, tameless, feels like a real man or woman; libido overflowing with encroaching mental illness, wanting more, sprawled in your sheets, depraved.
The Black Narcissus 